Like so many people, I'm horrified at the news. I don't have any words that make sense of it, but Isaiah reminds me that things will one day be set right. The cloud by day and fire by night represent the presence of the Lord, just as they did during the Exodus journey to the Promised Land. When innocent people, especially children, are shot, it reminds me and all of us that things are not the way they should be. We walk through the Valley of the Shadow of death, and even though God is with us, we're still in the valley, walking through, sometimes slowly, sometimes wondering how long this valley shall last. We need to be washed, to be cleansed, from the sin that covers all of humanity. We cannot do this on our own -- we need a Savior from outside of us to wash us, to cleanse us, to close the chapter on sin with finality and open the new chapter, the final chapter, the one that stretches into eternity and is comprised of peace.
Come, Lord, Jesus, we pray. Our Savior will come, riding on a white horse, and until then, we'll gather together and mourn what is lost, mourn what is broken, and look forward in hope to the day when lives will no longer be cut short, when families will no longer weep, and when we as a society will no longer be broken by the sin that cuts so deep.
Come, Lord Jesus.
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