Go Ahead. Pray for Putin's Demise.

Isaw an image last week that I cannot shake: a Ukrainian father gripping the face of his young son's lifeless body, which is entirely covered in a blood-stained sheet except for a halo of blond hair. This grief-stricken father presses his face against his son's hair, clinging to him, desperate and broken. I close my eyes to pray and I see this image. When I think of it, I am heartbroken. But I also feel angry. I brush up against something like a maternal sense of rage. An innocent child was violently killed because Russia's leader decided that he wanted a neighboring sovereign country as his own.