Praying for Boston: This Time Feels Different

The scene, once I turned my TV on Monday afternoon, looked too familiar.

In 2001 I wanted answers. I couldn’t stop watching the coverage. I needed to understand

But I couldn’t.

As days and weeks unfolded, I hung on the president’s words and promises.

Such patriotism I felt. Don’t mess with US.

But this time feels different.

Is it because I’m older? Is it a sign I’m less interested (I can’t imagine) or

perhaps I’m growing more into my Father’s image?

But right now…

I just want to hug every single person in Boston.

Cry with them.

Love them.

And let someone else deal with the need for answers and justice.

Boston, praying for you.

He heals the brokenhearted
    and binds up their wounds.

Psalm 1473, NIV

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