 When life was at its worst, I needed to scream to release all my pain in a piercing crime. But where can you scream? The neighbors will call the cops. I screamed in my car, the only place solitary and soundproof. But what if we could scream in church? A fried aloud to God, the Psalmist says, what if churches were safe places not just to sing, praise, celebrate, but also to scream? Surely those walls could absorb our pain because surely God can and does.