Another crushing blow

The blow… that comes when we hear of death knocking on someones door.  Rocks our souls. It just never makes sense.  And I am glad it doesn’t.  This broken world is a stealing, heartless, void, a thud,   crashing indiscriminately into the very souls of men.  Without regret or repentance.

I launched facebook on the flight to Fort Lauderdale tonight to find the news.  A friend who also is often on a bike early in the morning, chasing wheels across Kansas City, posts that his bride has been given the cancer diagnosis.  It’s early…but it is.  Another obvious sign that the fallen world cares not for life but has partnered up with the evil one to steal kill and destroy as long as we are not all the way home but are stuck on this side of eternity.   

A family, whose dream began with two lovers dreaming dreams crashes into the reality that dreams are fuel for the future but in no way do they create it or will the future to behave a certain way.  The dreams all have to die eventually.  Or maybe they don’t but for everyone, but they did for me.  

It hits me hard tonight, not because this is something new, a revelation, but because when hope rises up inside of us, it creates an illusion that all is well again. We forget that the world is a broken shell, groaning to be free.   I am feeling that hope these days.  And   in the midst of feeling hope… here we go again…the crushing blow.

How can I help? Is there anything I can do? What do you need?  We’ll pray for you. The words tonight seem so shallow.  But then again. Talking with God on behalf of those God has placed in our lives to love… I know that is wholly right and worthy.  

Calling out tonight for your grace God to fill J &A and their little ones.  Somehow make your face known in the gray.