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Easter Day Massacre–When prayers go unanswered
On this particular Easter morning, I woke up with a sinking feeling in my stomach. As I prepared to drive our nice minivan, to our nice church in our nice clothes I couldn't help but think about the global plight of our brothers and sisters in Christ. I prayed that morning—a prayer that God didn't seem to answer. An unholy foreshadowing of the events to follow crossed my mind and I whispered a faint prayer against attacks. I grabbed for my bright green scarf and threw on my yellow earrings for a pop of color and asked God to save his people from death and persecution on Easter Sunday. After…
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Perspective and a Shifted Assessment
Imagine your thoughts as you walk past two homeless men panhandling outside and in the lobby of a major concert. The men are begging for money from the patrons coming to the concert. They, homeless and probably disheveled and possibly smelly come up to people who are, most likely, nicely dressed – people who are anticipating a fun, lovely evening with their teenage children. Many thoughts flood your mind. Why are they homeless? Can’t they find work? Who are their parents, family? Are they thieves? Maybe they are lazy; maybe they have given up and really don’t care about themselves or anyone. You walk past and into the concert feeling…
