Yesterday while at church, the news unfolded of the brutal deaths of over fifty people in Orlando. A couple friends and I tried to understand what we were hearing and reading on our news feeds.
Within hours the usual camps seemed to be set up “pro-guns” faced off against “anti-guns” and “pro-LGBT” versus “anti-LGBT.” My heart seemed numb with the news and I heard noise through these camps, but no one seemed to just stop talking to listen.
Listen to the weeping, to listen to the sorrow, to listen to the question of “why” that never seems to have the right answer.
My heart is broken. I don’t have answers. I am too far away to put my arms around the hurting, the mourning, the scared. But I am praying. Praying for healing, praying for comfort, and for peace.
Romans 12:15 makes it simple and clear, Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.
That’s it. I don’t have answers, but I know that God is still good, He still moves among us. He is greater than the evil. He really is, even when it doesn’t seem like it.
O Best Beloved, pray. Pray for the noise to be silenced. Pray for the weeping to be comforted. Pray for understanding between people. Pray for stereotypes to be broken. Pray for healing. Pray for God to share His love through you for all of His children.
We are all precious in His sight (Isaiah 43:4). Never lose sight of that and never let your loved ones go to bed, to work, to school, or out for the evening, without knowing that very truth.