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?
Ukraine is the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing on my mind when I lie down to sleep. This war, like all wars, makes no sense. Surely the devil inhabits the brains and hearts of despots and tyrants. What makes even less sense is the fact that soldiers obediently go off to kill women, children, the elderly, the handicapped, anybody in the sights on their cannons and guns. The world is overflowing with testosterone and adrenalin in men who are full of fear. I prayed about what to do. The Lord reminded me of a woman I met about 3 years ago who is a missionary in Latvia at a Missouri Synod Lutheran Church. When I met her, I gave her a bag I had sewn, and pieces of fabric cut to make another bag. I had learned that she is a seamstress. Now I will go to the people who introduced me to her, and I will ask them for her address. I will find out how to send her money so that she can make more clothing for the refugee children coming into Latvia. When I see her on Face Book, her messages are always in Latvian so I will need help. It is not much, but many people are doing little things which are going to make a huge difference for some in the future. Now I will pray for what to do next.
Daun, thank you for this. Beautiful ... Haunting, but beautiful.