My first thoughts this morning were,
“Yea, it’s raining and I don’t have to go anywhere today. Gladys’ apartment is
empty. Things have been given away or donated, the trash toted to the dumpster
on strong backs—not mine. Hallelujah!”
Then I wrote today’s date in my writing-practice
journal, September 11, 2014, and remembered. Suddenly I was transported out of my
own little world to that terrible day. We all remember where we were and what
we were doing when we heard of those barbaric acts.
So many lives lost, so many
families fractured—their world and ours changed forever.
We cry out to
understand such hatred and harden our resolve to stand against it. Let us not harden our hearts in
I find myself praying for the
victims’ families and friends, for us all. And with great difficulty, for our
enemies, because the truth is, it requires an act of obedience. My human love
for them is zip, zero.
O Lord, bring comfort. Grant
peace. Give us hearts to forgive, even in our grief. Open minds to Your truths. Give wisdom. And lead us in the
way everlasting. Amen.
Seek the Lord while he may be found;
call upon his name while he is near, let the wicked forsake his way, and the
unrighteous man his thoughts; let him
return to the Lord, that he may have compassion on him, and to our God, for he
will abundantly pardon.
Isa. 55: 6-7
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