I’ve been praying for these families every day since. It’s absolutely heart-wrenching.
I’m not looking for an argument on the nature of evil, gun-control, God’s Sovereignty, or what-have-you. This was evil. This was wrong. In my understanding, sin is the soul’s choice of not-God. There is no love, no faith, no basis for eternal judgment without free will. Choices were made. Lines were crossed. This has very little to do with types of guns and everything to do with the crookedness of the human heart. God owes no apologies here.
We have to recognize that same nasty twist is in each of our hearts in various ways and different degrees. Capability isn’t Culpability, I get that, so demand Justice by all means. But understand once God starts judging sin and setting things right, He will do a complete, thorough job. And eventually get to each one of us.
And then where will we stand?
May God bless and pour out tangible, supernatural grace on the families of those affected.
And may God judge Fred Phelps and his clan if they show up and protest.
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I post this poem every Christmas. Seems more pertinent this year.
Let the Stable Still Astonish
Let the stable still astonish:
Straw- dirt floor, dull eyes, dusty flanks of donkeys, oxen;
Crumbling, crooked walls; No bed to carry that pain.
And then the child –
Rag-wrapped, laid to cry in a trough.
Who would have chosen this?
Who would have said:
“Yes, Let the God of all
the heavens and earth
be born here, in this place”?
Who but the same God who stands in the darker, fouler rooms of our hearts and says,
“Yes, Let the God of Heaven and Earth be born here – in this place.”
May God bless you and keep you all in the new year, and make you an instrument of His Courage, Compassion, and Grace.
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