At some point during each day, I break down at a new horror I discover via social media. Death tolls in Syria, black lives gunned down, children in Flint still without water, families torn apart, and all the other nameless injustices embedded in this present darkness. I weep, lament, silently curse in anger, and cry out to God in helplessness.
Tragedy has a way of creeping its way through social media. An errant tweet makes its way into your feed, or someone posts an exclamation of dismay on Facebook and you find yourself immersed in communal terror and prayer, thousands of miles away from its source.