Your ancestors ate manna in the desert, but they died. (John 6:49)
Seems a little rough to have so many explosions in the news in one week. We pray; we pray.
Better to pray and read the Word of God than to watch too much t.v. or spend too much time on the internet. Better to set a specific amount of time per day for “keeping up with the news,” and stick faithfully to that allotted amount of time as a maximum.
I mean, not to be morbid, but…
We pray. Of course, we pray for the repose of all the souls of the dead. For healing for all the sick and wounded in this world. For consolation for all the grieving and broken-hearted…
The fact is, though: the world is literally full of dead people. In every city or town there are numerous fields full of people’s moldering bones.
Why fret this week more than any other that, “we live in a violent world?”
Damn straight this world is violent: No one survives. Everyone winds up dead. Life on earth is fatal 100% of the time.
If I don’t die in an explosion, does that mean I am going to live forever?
Um, no. If I don’t die suddenly today, I will still be dead relatively soon anyway.
The Ethiopian asked Philip, regarding the Holy Scriptures:
About whom is this written? (Acts 8:34)
Good question, brother!
Who is the drama of salvation about? Who is the Bible about? Who is the life of Jesus about? Who lives the mysteries of quiet, humble, submissive death and eternal life in glory? Who has been made—not just for a short, frustrating, and fragile life punctuated by sessions on the couch—but for a noble, heroic life that looks the Grim Reaper squarely in the face and says, ‘Bring it on, little boy! I’m a child of God Almighty, and you are nothing but a little gnat in my face!’ Who was made to say this?
We were. Us. The Bible is about us. Christ lived for us. Heaven is for us.
Yes, the devil will have his day. May God have mercy and help us. May God comfort us and give us fortitude.
But, after all: Our ancestors have lived through tumultuous wars with explosions left and right every day. Our brothers and sisters in other parts of the world have to live that way now. Death comes. One way or the other, it comes.
But we are so much bigger than death. May God help us to see just how much bigger than death we really are.