I sit here wondering if this gloom will overturn to sun or snow or if it will just stay gloomy. Seems the world is sitting in a bit of a gloomy shell at the moment. Christmas just past (not even a week as I sit here writing), and the updates are looking like the weather outside – off, meaning just not what things should be right now.
I think about those in Connecticut. My heart wrenched from my body with every image of a smiling child, or young women with her whole life ahead of her, or those that were ready to celebrate their golden years only to have them quickly taken away. And then there are those that survived; the guilt for living. And as soon as we start to numb ourselves to this tragedy we will celebrate the one year anniversary.
More like a remembrance.
Why do we remember and “celebrate” such a tragedy?
Why do we bring the dirt from the graves and
scatter them daily by searching for more information
and then in a year we will do it all over again?
Because we crave the answer to the question.
“Rehearse His Miracles
The Hebrew word zakhor occurs in Scripture more than 150 times. It means “remember.” Time and time again, God said, “Teach this to your children. Remember how I brought you up out of Egypt. Rehearse My miracles.” God was interested in more than a history lesson. God called Israel to rehearse, relive, celebrate, and enter again into the miracles He had done for them. Every person was involved in the rehearsal.
The story of their past was the testimony of God’s presence in their midst. When you preserve the story, you exalt the Lord of Glory who is the same yesterday, today, and forever. You pass on the mighty acts of the Holy Spirit, and open the door for God to do it again. On the contrary, when you lose the story, you lose the living connection and expectation of God’s miracles and power.
The same admonition God gave Israel is true for us today. Christmas is the story of the acts of the Holy Spirit. It is fulfillment of the promise of salvation prophesied from the beginning of time. The Babe that was born in Bethlehem is the living story of our faith. Born of a virgin, the Savior, our King came as the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. As we gather at this time of year to exalt Jesus and recount the wonderful gift God gave in His Son, we are imprinting on our lives and our children the reality of God’s presence, “God with us” here and now. He is eternal, and thus remembering draws the past into our present to change our future. We charge our atmosphere with God’s glory, love, and power.”
Because we know we are not guaranteed tomorrow so we try to connect to tragedy in a hope that we can see what tomorrow can hold.
Because we want to understand evil but evil is illusive to God’s creatures.
Pastor Bill, “It all started in the Garden of Eden. It was when Cane slayed Able. And it is a fact that we will not get answers from a broken world. God needs us, who say we are Christians, to stand up in a world going to hell in a handbasket!”
Pastor Bill, “Matthew 11:30 – 30 for my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Tell this to the 20 families of the children who were taken from them. Their yoke is light and burden is heavy. It matters who sits on the throne and if on that throne sits God he will carry your burdens and make them his own. But here we are, in America. America is ACOA and Adult Child of an Alcoholic. We move from one crisis to the next, just turn on the local news as that is all you hear, and if there is no crisis to report we make one. It must stop! We must stop allowing the darkness to invade the light of God! We must put God back on his throne. Make space in your lives for others. Make space in your life to live as God is asking. Let God do what he must for those that make history by horrendous acts, but give your light to those that received the acts and allow their stories to be your history, your today, your future – raise them up to God and yourself as well.”
The answers will never be found if we stop looking to the light that shines from above. And in that light we may still not feel full from the answers we are given, we may still feel a sense of injustice, pain, and frustration. It is okay to go there, to these dark and wallowing holes within our lives, as long as we allow God to sit next to us and not dwell there too long, for the longer we sit the dimmer our light.