Just two days ago, I received some very troubling news from someone I trusted. I was let down by this person in the gravest way. As a result, my family’s livelihood will be profoundly affected. The reason for this person’s decisions were understandable, but the way in which they carried themselves left much to be desired in the way of decency and integrity. I feel stricken by it.

Then, when I found out yesterday the events that had occurred in Quebec and Ottawa, I felt my heart lurch and sway. I watched to footage of the gunfight in the corridors of Parliament. Saw the pictures of Nathan Cirillo. Sat with my wife watching the later evening coverage, taking comfort in the dulcet tones and finely powdered pate of our national treasure, Peter Mansbridge. We sat with bated breath, waiting for the Prime Minister’s statement, hoping it would be genuine and of substance. We were let down.

I am filled with rage and sadness. At my own personal struggles and at the state of the world at large. We process the hard stuff. Sometimes for better. Sometimes for worse. Whatever the case, we endure.

I recorded this on my phone whilst sitting at our kitchen table, in our tiny apartment. You can hear our old fridge humming along. In this humble place we watch in amazement as our little one grows. This is where we live, laugh and cry. Where we struggle and endure.

I haven’t sung this number in a few years. I haven’t felt compelled to. I do now. Now, more that ever, we need Grace and Love. Now, more than ever, I feel the need to rest in Grace and Love, during these days where I and We experience so much grief and tribulation, both inside and out.

Take care out there. Enjoy the tune. Don’t forget to Love…