Hearing about the deaths of hostages in Sydney was shocking. Especially as today, we start to get a picture of those who were killed or affected – what they look like, their families, their jobs, their character. I can’t even begin to put myself into the shoes of their loved ones; and nor do I want to.
Now, I’m reading open-mouthed the news about Taliban attacks on a school in Pakistan. At least 126 dead; most aged under 16.
And what I’d like to do is offer a solution. Make it better. Make it make sense. Do something, instead of just sitting. Petition the government. Offer financial aid. Write a letter: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m praying for you. I’m sorry.
There’s so much I don’t know.
But here’s what I do know and I’m clinging to it.
I know that Jesus was born in the context of the massacre of a village full of children.
I know that He is loving. And I know that He is strong.
I know that He hates evil: and He died to bring justice to the oppressors and hope to the oppressed.
I know that the governments of the world are as nothing in His hands.
I know that I’m saddened and weary by this world.
I know that I’m angry and frustrated by the sin of others;
I know I see the same sin in my own heart.
“O God the author of all good, I come to Thee for the grace another day will require for its duties and events. I step out into a wicked world; I carry about with me an evil heart. I know that without Thee I can do nothing, that everything with which I shall be concerned, however harmless in itself, may prove an occasion of sin or folly, unless I am kept by Thy power. Hold Thou me up and I shall be safe.” (A Puritan Prayer)
‘The LORD is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.’