I can’t bring myself to post a recipe or a frivolous style post today. Yesterday I watched in horror as our country experienced another senseless tragedy on what should have been an ordinary day of working, playing, and for 27,000 runners, celebrating months of hard work and commitment to health and fitness. And on top of it all, in a city that was also celebrating our nation’s freedom as well as one where I spent four years of my life. I went to college just outside of Boston and I have a deep love for the city and its history.
It’s all getting to be too much.
I feel like I’m watching our world change before my very eyes — and by “our world” I really mean our country. I used to think that it was always this bad, that I’m just getting older, and social media makes tragic events throughout the nation (and the world) so much more intimate. But I’m not so sure anymore. It seems like senseless tragedies on American soil are becoming more and more common.
I know that in other parts of the world, people live in fear every day of their lives, and I certainly don’t think we are immune or that we should be. But the fact is, for a long time, we thought we were. And now? I just don’t know . . .
At times like this, I feel this maniacal urge to gather my children and run away to a self-sufficient farm somewhere in the middle of nowhere and insulate them from all of it. But of course I would wither away on a farm without my internets and stilettos so that’s hardly practical. #lamejoke #sorrycouldn’tresist
Seriously, though. I tend to worry about things like getting cancer or one of my kids being victimized or my dog getting hit by a car. But I guess I figured that somehow, being an educated middle-class woman living in a typical American suburban neighborhood, I’d be free from any threats of mass destruction. The events of this year have thoroughly eradicated that theory. We truly aren’t safe anywhere. Of course, we never were, but recent events just seem to drive that home.
I am reminded of a sermon preached by my pastor the Sunday morning after the horror of September 11, 2001. We were all still processing that senseless tragedy and perhaps questioning matters of faith and theology as people so often do at these times, so he chose to preach on the sovereignty of God. I can’t begin to do justice to the presentation, but as he was wrapping up the sermon, he went through a few examples of human tragedy and suffering, and declared that in each case, God is indeed on His throne.
He finished with this (I paraphrase): And when terrorists fly airplanes into high rise office buildings in New York City and take the lives of hundreds of innocent citizens, God is on his throne.
I do believe that.
So it is with a deep sigh that I add to that list the horror of the Sandy Hook shooting and now the unbelievable bombings at the Boston Marathon.
It’s tempting to fret and worry and dwell on the tragic, but instead, I cling to the one thing that remains firm . . . that God is on his throne, and he is present in the chaos. After all, he knows suffering like no other.