Grave clothes
The sun was shining. The trees swayed in the breeze. The sky was clear. Backpacks were packed. Lunches tucked away. Homework crumpled at the bottom of backpacks. The commute to school was driven. Drop-off line was the usual irritation. "I love you's" were hurriedly said as children stepped out of the car. Panic Fear Disbelief Rushing back Waiting Spotting your child for the first time. Relief Enveloping and holding children as tightly as possible. NO....NO.....NO.... Words that are incomprehensible fall. Lives bound in a breaking and shrouded in grave clothes. Death Death Death I've grown weary of hearing "our thoughts and prayers are with the victims". As people of God, we will send up our prayers, and feel for the families in their grief but when will we stand against the unimaginable and be the voice for those who have lost so much? Not just for those within our city but for all the lives lost. When will we as believers in a God who has created all per