The sun simply doesn't want to shine today, or yesterday, or the day before that. The entire mood of the country has been represented in the somber, rainy days that led us through the weekend. I'm not sure how to write a post or move forward without giving proper recognition to the many people who, right now, cannot. Cannot seem to find strength or forgiveness or courage or hope to move forward. In the wake of what seems to have become the norm in our society, I find myself more angry at sin than ever before. The fact that we live in a sinful world can be no more exemplified than it was this past Friday. My heart breaks, but who am I? A bystander. Another citizen whose reality of the situation is streamed through newsfeeds and the television. I couldn't fathom being the parent, the sibling, the aunt, the friend of the precious lives that were forever taken. And yet, before Friday, those affected would have echoed those same words. So, here we stand; mourning, praying, hoping, reaching. We've been brought to our knees, as individuals and as a society.
Come, thou long expected Jesus,
born to set thy people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
hope of all the earth thou art;
dear desire of every nation,
joy of every longing heart.
Born thy people to deliver,
born a child and yet a King,
born to reign in us forever,
now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal spirit
rule in all our hearts alone;
by thine all sufficient merit,
raise us to thy glorious throne.
“The Lord is near the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit…” Psalm 34:18