New Year’s Eve has always had an odd effect on me.

Not one for drinking to excess or dancing the night away, I always seem to find myself at some party or gathering taking a moment to stare into empty space in the lead-up or wake of the fireworks. I get knocked around by an overwhelming sense of melancholy for no discernible reason whatsoever.

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Just exactly what it says in the headline.

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Pastoral Care textbooks, eh?

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So in the wake of the horrific murder-suicide in Brisbane this week, a lot has been written and shared about domestic violence and societal responses to it. I’ve tried to read as much of it as I can stomach, and now I can’t read any more. Now I have questions, so bear with me while I build up to them.

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