These days it’s hard to know what to say. It’s even harder to know what to pray on days like this when you sit and watch with the whole world a victim die of murderous abuse callously inflicted by the police who are commissioned to enforce the law. On days like this I cannot hide from myself my own deep, sinful nature and that same darkness afflicting the world I too often love way too much. Praise God we have a Savior. Praise God He knows and cares. Praise God He knows how we feel on days like these. Praise God His Spirit moves within us and among as He acts to build His Kingdom toward forever where He will wipe all tears from our eyes. I pray for the courage to go deep, past my comfortable assumptions about my brothers and my sisters, though their history and their challenges may be much different than my own. I pray for the courage to search for Biblically sound answers building toward God’s Kingdom. I pray for absolute sensitivity seeking God’s direction, and for complete obedience joining Him as He brings redemption and healing.

EVERY DEATH A LAZARUS

Every life is precious,
every death a Lazarus
imprisoned in some
cold, stone tomb
with Jesus standing stricken
angered with God’s grief
by such sin and strife
as gathers mourners,
wheats and tares together
in the Kingdom’s glory fields
until His voice who spoke
the world in space
demands that death release
this one who was never his
but truly only God’s
and only for His glory—
after Jesus raised the child
and Nain’s widow’s son
and this His friend so much
like everyone of us—
why does it seem still, even
now, there are so many
Cains among us and
too few faithful Abels?

M.S.
June 12, 2020

JESUS WEPT.
John 11: 35