Life is a precious gift, one we often fail to fully appreciate or see it for the wonder that it is.
And when lives seem to be prematurely torn apart, destroyed at the hands of another, then it hurts us all.
We feel the pain.
We ache with grief.
We mourn the loss.
We are connected in our weak and wounded humanity.
We see death steal vitality.
We seek answers and come up empty.
And we turn, as hearts do in their ache and confusion, toward the Author of life Himself.
We cry out.
We rage against the dying of the light.
We feel impotent in the face of injustice.
And soon, we sense Him near.
Holding us close.
And weeping just the same…
And He wept
Outside, an ordinary day where wind
whispered a soft summer night breeze
Inside, some folks coughed and others
gently leafed through open Bible
nestled on their knees
Rippling the reverent hush
falling all around, while God’s word
was heard and devoured
And little did they know how
soon all silence would be shattered
when the room reverberated
Meanwhile God, contracted to a span,
incomprehensibly made man, saw
as He had on earth, how vile
humanity’s insanity can be
And He wept…
bitterly for those He loved, for
those He gave His all, who
scattered now like scarlet petals
crumpled to the ground
His heart tore, contracted even more
in sorrow, wept afresh with His
We will not forget you, Charleston.
We will join our voices with your own.
We will not rest while unrest sits so deep in human souls.
We will not give up while anger rules and lives are stolen.
We will pray for hearts to be transformed and for the Prince of peace to break down barriers, transform and make lives new, bring hope and healing, forgiveness and faith for the future.
You are not alone.
We stand with you.