I imagine
you have seen this image of our friend and neighbor in the past day. It
has 'gone viral' on the internet, following the bombings in Boston. I
have decided to post it here anyway. The Boston tragedy was too close to
home. I have a wonderful son, a beautiful daughter-in-law and two precious
grandchildren in Boston. They have friends and colleagues who were at the
Marathon. I know the street where it happened; I have walked that
street. But even if that was not the case for me personally, a tragedy
like that is always too close to home.
Yesterday
was the kind of day when I needed a kind friend like Mr. Rogers, a longtime
and familiar friend in our house. My father had been taken to the
hospital the night before. And then Boston...
But my friend
Fred Rogers is right. There is always hope to be seen within tragedy.
There is more good than there is bad, and I am convinced with all that I
know to be true that Good will overcome the evil in the end. If it has
not happened yet, then it is not the end, as has been said by others. All
will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of thing shall be
made well. My heart goes out to the beautiful city of Boston, and to
those who suffered loss there. My heart is full of gratitude for the
helpers who helped there, and to the helpers who are caring for my Dad
right now.
My heart is encouraged by those whom I know to be praying, and by those who work with their hands to help, offering up their work as their prayers.
