Last night before I went to sleep, I read a little about the devastation in Nice, France, I didn’t want to, I really don’t want to hear another story about how we disregard the gift of life, but then who does? So, I read it and I pray like everyone else. In the meantime, I received a text from a friend who had asked us to pray for a baby who was born 5 weeks early and was struggling to breathe, she had improved so much in the 24 hours they could take her off the respirator.
Devastation and hope in the matter of a minute. These two are always held in some tension but in the past week they seem to be in constant struggle to be heard.
So, what do I do?
I give thanks for life, I (selfishly) give thanks for the protection of those I love and I join the rest of the world in mourning our inability to walk in the light together. I remember that these were singular people who perpetrated these crimes and I remember that as a singular person I can counter that in some way. I am not helpless, voiceless or unmotivated. For every person who seeks to tire our souls there are at least 100 who want peace. That is not a statistic, of course, it is hyperbole but it is also probably low-balling.
I remember that I am here to take part in building the kingdom and that is not going to be an easy task, but it is totally doable. See it, believe it and live it.
Today, as I was doing morning prayer, my favorite Beatles song came to my mind. “There will be an answer, let it be.” I just wanted to share it with you because I believe that we all need to believe that there will be an answer. We all need to feel the “light that still shines on me.” We need to be carriers of hope.