Woke up to notifications on my phone of a terrible thing in Europe. Senseless things. I can’t comprehend things like this. They make absolutely no sense.
When things like this happen, I find myself caught between a number of rocks. Some of those being hatred, sadness, confusion, and continued frustration that incredulous things like this continue to happen in our world. Senseless.
I have come to know this: Senseless acts will never make sense.
I don’t know any of the 34 people who have died. I don’t know any of the hundreds others who were injured. I wasn’t there and I doubt I am connected to these people. But my mind wants to make sense of these things. But that’s never going to happen.
I know I want these things to go away, but I don’t see that happening. We can’t legislate these things away. We can’t make speeches that make them disappear from our experience. But we can find our trust in something higher. We can locate our hope in the person and being of Jesus.
I love this passage from 2 Corinthians because it reminds me that no matter what, Christ isn’t going to leave me to fend for myself:
“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body.” – 2 Corinthians 4:8-11
I’m praying for the people of Brussels. I’m praying that Jesus would make himself present to a people who are reeling. I’m praying that people would find hope. I’m praying that people would find peace.