All over the world there is conflict. People are dying while the world watches. Then, in our own little part of the world, three people are murdered. People who walked our streets a few days ago, shopped in our shops and lived in our suburbs. Fear and anger has gripped our hearts. Ink on paper feels almost futile. The grief and pain of the families of these three individuals and the many others that don’t make the headlines is unspeakable.
My heart breaks when I think about parents who have lost a child, children who have lost a parent, maybe a spouse who is now without his or her soulmate.
Prayer almost seems inadequate. But it is prayer that carries us through our valleys. So often, over the years, when I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death with a grieving family, I have heard these words, “I felt as if invisible arms carried me today.” Those invisible arms, I believe, are the prayers of others for us.
If you are deeply touched by these events, join me now.
Take just five minutes to pray for the families and friends of the people who have died so tragically. Let’s carry them to God now!
PS: A stranger is a friend you have never met.
