Does any other parent feel like we are venturing into a new frontier? One where our simple trust in a kid-friendly environment is ever questioned? Where a parent has to cope with that unsettling seed of tragedy threatening to sprout reality and strangle their very heart?
Birth pangs. A promised labor is upon us. A darkness that's threatened for centuries is finally demonizing, revealing itself in all it's horror. How easy it is to weep, to grit our teeth and be overcome by the terror, the destruction of all that was innocent, all that was good.
The darkness of our times is not unknown by our God. He warned us. He lived it on the cross. Christ bore the sin of a crazed boy who stole the lives of innocent children and teachers, the hearts of parents and policemen. He felt the horrific storm that brews a quiet sadness inside each of us. Upon the cross He was crushed with our horror.
That grip on the school door just reminds me of the only thing worth clinging too. I realized, that as I let go of the door and stepped across the threshhold, that nothing of this world is worth clinging to in hope anymore. As it should be. Colossians 3:2 says:
Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth.
So as I drove past my boys' school, knowing they were settling behind their desks, their BRAVE teachers conducting lessons as expected, I set my mind on things above. I prayed for angels at every entrance, I reminded my heart that I am called to raise these boys as strong warriors, that they will embark on more darkness as they grow but Christ promises an ultimate victory--A GLORIOUS return where all the darkness will tremble, crumble, and fade away in the presence of His EVERLASTING LIGHT!
This world will fade away, but what will remain is WORTH WAITING FOR!
Lean on Him. HE is the only promise in which we can truly rest.