I normally try to keep my eyes focused on the humorous, upside of things; it’s one of the ways I keep my sanity. Besides, there are plenty of other places to which you can go that do a great job of chronicling and dissecting the bad and the ugly.
But the events of the past week are weighing heavy on all of us this morning, and yesterday’s news of the massacre which took place at the one-room Amish school house in Pennsylvania only adds to the crushing burden. There are simply no words. We can only hang our heads and weep at the insanity and horror of it all. Indeed, at our deep and utter falleness.
Secular progressives and utopians, hear this: there is no fix and no hope. There is only one solution–complete and utter renewal; a clean slate, a turning upside down and inside out, a casting off of the old and a putting on of the new.
May it begin with the gentle Amish reaching out to the murderer’s widow in forgiveness and hope. May it continue with each of us today as we have opportunity to choose peace over retaliation. May it end with the return of a Redeemer who will set matters straight and make all things new.
Maranatha. I say again, Maranatha.