I wrote this the night of the Oklahoma tornado but decided not to post it. But today in the wake of the D.C. tragedy, I decided to move this from the draft box to a post.
I almost hate signing onto social media these days. Instead of what used to be streams of pictures of friends and funny status updates, it seems more and more lately I sign on to see the name of a city or a state huddled underneath the words of "Pray for."
That some other unthinkable tragedy has somehow happened. That despite all our modern technology and all our modern smarts, the evil in someone's heart or some natural disaster has outsmarted all our earthly wisdom and snuck by to lay destruction and death and hurt at our nation's feet.
My mind these days has not been able to rest. It seems that ever since the Boston bombings and Castro's "House of Horrors," I'm in a mild state of fear of "what's next?" and "where?"
And whether it's human coping or just the nature of forgetfulness, it seems that within a few weeks, we have forgotten. The news screens that were filled with devastating pictures rarely mention the tragedy and we don't ever wonder anymore what happened to that criminal or that small town or those families whose members were too soon taken.
I know it tends to be unpopular to talk about God on blogs (stay away from religion and politics right), beyond declaring that you "heart Him" in your about me section.
Yet in times like these, it's the most popular thing to do to pray, to call out and to petition. We call out in times of trouble, in times of cancer, in times of bombings, in times of war, in times of lost jobs, in times of school shootings, in times of capture, in times of death....we freely post that we are "praying for.......fill in the blank." But within days we forget....until the next tragedy.
I wish our human minds could outsmart terrible things...could out think evil deeds, could be more cunning than the spreading of disease and to be powerful enough to stop city-consuming winds with a superman strength. But we can't.
So this heart of mine that seems to be in a constant state of broken and this mind that can't seem to comprehend the age old "why do bad things happen to good people," takes comfort that it won't always be this way.