How do we approach an average day while across the ocean pregnant women are bombed to death?
How do we think about errands while men leave their families at the border to go back and fight to the death?
How do we sit in front of our glowing television screens and watch cities pounded into dust?
How do we wrap our minds around people being starved to death in a city of 400,000 souls?
How do we celebrate the arrival of spring while terrified children hide in subway tunnels?
Why do the nations rage? asks the writer of Psalm 2.
These are unanswerable questions, to be sure, but they are on my mind this morning as I try to approach an average day while across the ocean pregnant women are being bombed to death.
How do you answer them, friends?
How do you approach an average day while the world seems aflame?