We don't often talk about the literal translation of one of our most beloved hymns: we keep going. It's something strange that even after a year of reflection, wrestling and hopes of deep transformation, America finds itself pretty much where we started. What does it mean that after a year of public discourse on collective liberation (of sorts) we have weeks of devastating event after devastating event? Who are we becoming? Or are we folding in on ourselves? Worship with us as we rediscover the mandates of this poignant hymn.