When I took this picture I was thinking of how the light made it look like an in-between place. Like if they just kept running they would suddenly find themselves in a different dimension. I wished for a minute that my kids could go there. To a place where all of the things that were going on in our country yesterday didn’t exist. To a place where no one would hate. I was asking myself how people could be so filled hate? How could they let fear and pride drive such actions without their conscious being awakened and bringing a stop to their actions? But then I considered the serious temptation I was facing to respond through my fear, and my pride, and perhaps even a level of hate of my own. I don’t want to teach my kids to long for heaven so that we don’t have to continue to deal with things that other people or do or with the things we do . I want to teach them, not just tell them, to love in spite of great division. To believe that the person they think must be completely beyond salvation is not beyond the transforming power of God’s grace. I want them to be heart broken for the people on both sides. Hate only brings hurt to the ones hating and the ones hated. I also want them to soak in the twilights of childhood. The places where they might not end up in another dimension but where they can be reminded that in spite of the uncertainty surrounding us the sun will set and then rise again. That God’s love is as certain as that and someday they will be in a place where there is no more hate, or fear, or pride, or division. May they always remember that if in fighting our enemies, we become like our enemies, our enemy has certainly won.
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