Susan LaffertyImages of blue sky and a raging torrent of destruction fill my screen in recent days.
Bringing back memories.
There was blue sky when a tsunami roared into Aceh. Then pulled out. Taking with it precious lives along with whole buildings.
Today these scenes are not a coastal city, but a mountain haven.
Nepal. Villages built along the meandering river wiped out in a matter of minutes.
“Christ the Lord is risen today! Alleluia!”
Our hope sings through warring-world brokenness. Where pain and fears are on the rise.
Destruction and devastating loss keep trying to write the story.
Evil roars. Seeking to hold captive peoples and nations.
Motionless. I sit. In sunlight. Stilled by loss and grief spilling across screens and down streets. Through personal stories of friends and strangers. Hard and sad.
Bitter wounds. Raw pain rooted deep. Laid bare.
Motionless. I wait. Stilled by the scale of it. What are we to do? Hands rest, palms up.
Eyes lifted to open sky between tall trees.
Wordless cry to the One I trust.
