
credit David Schweitzer
As the Oklahoma sun sets incredible in beauty, my heart floats over the last week.
Mental synapses skim over the last 50 years and beyond.
No, I haven’t seen more than 57 years.
No, I can’t remember all I’ve touched and felt and heard.
But, through the face of a father or a grandfather or an aunt or some other, I have been there.
But, through the face of a mother or grandmother or uncle or some other, they have been there.
We have been there. With pain and joy and defeat and victory, we have been there.
As a nation, as a people, as a unity of many heritages, we have been there.
And we will be there again.
This week had no predictability. No week does.
A quiet Monday explodes into a horrendous and murderous Monday. All held breath and wept. Children’s bodies were dug from rubble.
Some live. Some don’t.
It isn’t over.
In Joplin it isn’t over. On the Jersey shores, it isn’t over. In Japan it isn’t over. In cities across a world, the torrent and recovery of natural impact will never be over until the world is over. It is our experience.
War isn’t over. WWII and Korea and Vietnam and Iraq and Afghanistan and beyond leave our families with lessened strength and battered men. We have been there, and we are wounded.
Greed isn’t over. Selfish business decisions leave scars and death. It isn’t over. We live here, and we are wounded.
But. There is a but. There is an however. There is a yet.
This morning I prayed with friends in unison. We cried out to a good God. The God of Another Chance.
“Give us joy in the morning, God. Let us see goodness in this land of the living. We are still here. Show us joy and gladness for as many days as we have seen pain.” We agreed. We stood together and decreed. Pain will not stop us. We will have joy.
Then the preacher, a friend, Pastor Jeff, took us deeper. “Rejoice in all. Rejoice in The Lord. Get your focus on Him. Rejoice in Him when nothing else has joy. And in case you did not get it the first time. Again, I say, “Rejoice.””
He is right. We are right.
We are on our feet. We are defiant. We are shouting to the pain. “I will rejoice! You can’t defeat me.”
As the Oklahoma sun sets incredible in beauty, my heart floats over the last week.
Mental synapses skim over the last 50 years and beyond.
No, I haven’t seen more than 57 years.
No, I can’t remember all I’ve touched and felt and heard.
But, through the face of a father or a grandfather or an aunt or some other, I have been there.
But, through the face of a mother or grandmother or uncle or some other, they have been there.
We have been there. With pain and joy and defeat and victory, we have been there.
As a nation, as a people, as a unity of many heritages, we have been there.
And we will be there again.
And the Joy of The Lord will be our strength each and every time. For Thine is the Kingdom and The Power and The Glory, Forever and Ever. Amen.