When Joplin, Missouri, which is practically in our back yard, was hit by that mother of all Midwest tornadoes a few years ago, it was odd to see people out going to the mall as usual even though a quarter of their town just got blown off the map. Not being critical, it was just somehow surreal.
So without adding to the political commentary (and I’m sure there is plenty, not without reason), I interrupt my regularly scheduled blogging on this very humble site to pause in prayer:
Father, help.
To our brothers and sisters in France, our prayers and petitions are with you.
Yes Father, help.
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I’m afraid this problem is beyond conventional control now. It will require a higher power than us to resolve it.
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Yes, and Amen. What a terrific title for this thought. We are wound so tightly that when the spring breaks, the back lash is frightening. Someone push the pause button . . . another Amen to your prayer.
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