April 15
“Be still, and know that I am God. I am exalted among the nations, I am exalted in the earth!” Psalm 46:10
The earth still shudders deep within from the bomb blasts. The multitude of injured are no longer hospitalized. They have utilized every ounce of courage to heal from those horrific events of the bombing at The Boston Marathon finish line one year ago. Still, they continue their daily struggle to come to terms with a body now foreign to them. Many have required new limbs to walk again. Those who paid a price with their lives are mourned. For each injured in one way or another, strenuous effort is needed to move forward, away from the atrocious memory of it all. Scenes like this one that happened in Boston, April 15, 2013, play out throughout our world on a daily basis and we ask ourselves, why? How can we profess our love of God, yet so maliciously treat the lives He has created?
Witnessing these events fills us with terror and insecurity, and does as it is meant to do, destroy a once peaceful, perhaps mistakenly complacent outlook. For some, the anxiety becomes so great, that the thought of being a part of any gathering is dreaded and avoided. However, in the misconceived safety of home, thinking becomes narrow and unrealistic; and the lack of involvement becomes that which a terrorist intends.
In the darkest nights any soul can endure, a flood of feelings and memories swirl. But the genuine love and goodness of those who risked their lives rushing to aid without concern for their own safety, as well as all involved in the healing process, helped to repair the devastation. The remarkable strength shown by all who stand side by side, in forgiveness, in hope, and indescribable courage, inspires all of us. To each of us, those beacons of light call, and in the stillness of the moment of that recognition, we know God is with us.
It is, as it always has been, that only love can see us through. And the race is on. . . .
Oh God! In the middle of pain and suffering you are there. In our stillness and quietude, we find you. We praise you, Lord Jesus!
May God bless little Martin Richard, Lu Lingzi, Krystle Campbell and Sean Collier who lost their lives; their families and friends; all who responded to help in some way, that moment and in the minutes, hours and days that followed; and all who suffer as the result of the evil of too many.
Copyright© 2014 Kathleen A. Matson
“Be still, and know that I am God. I am exalted among the nations, I am exalted in the earth!” Psalm 46:10
The earth still shudders deep within from the bomb blasts. The multitude of injured are no longer hospitalized. They have utilized every ounce of courage to heal from those horrific events of the bombing at The Boston Marathon finish line one year ago. Still, they continue their daily struggle to come to terms with a body now foreign to them. Many have required new limbs to walk again. Those who paid a price with their lives are mourned. For each injured in one way or another, strenuous effort is needed to move forward, away from the atrocious memory of it all. Scenes like this one that happened in Boston, April 15, 2013, play out throughout our world on a daily basis and we ask ourselves, why? How can we profess our love of God, yet so maliciously treat the lives He has created?
Witnessing these events fills us with terror and insecurity, and does as it is meant to do, destroy a once peaceful, perhaps mistakenly complacent outlook. For some, the anxiety becomes so great, that the thought of being a part of any gathering is dreaded and avoided. However, in the misconceived safety of home, thinking becomes narrow and unrealistic; and the lack of involvement becomes that which a terrorist intends.
In the darkest nights any soul can endure, a flood of feelings and memories swirl. But the genuine love and goodness of those who risked their lives rushing to aid without concern for their own safety, as well as all involved in the healing process, helped to repair the devastation. The remarkable strength shown by all who stand side by side, in forgiveness, in hope, and indescribable courage, inspires all of us. To each of us, those beacons of light call, and in the stillness of the moment of that recognition, we know God is with us.
It is, as it always has been, that only love can see us through. And the race is on. . . .
Oh God! In the middle of pain and suffering you are there. In our stillness and quietude, we find you. We praise you, Lord Jesus!
May God bless little Martin Richard, Lu Lingzi, Krystle Campbell and Sean Collier who lost their lives; their families and friends; all who responded to help in some way, that moment and in the minutes, hours and days that followed; and all who suffer as the result of the evil of too many.
Copyright© 2014 Kathleen A. Matson