January 8, 2021
Nights will fall—long, dark and dangerous—but the sun also rises. Ernest Hemingway’s title serves so well to describe the hopes of all of us today. On January 6, night fell at 4:45 p.m., ending an afternoon of rage, chaos and tragedy. Pent-up anger was nurtured by the lies and unfounded fears of elected leaders whose oaths assured us that they would tell the truth and protect the American people. Chaos was encouraged for months by a leader whose ego was nourished in proportion to the chaos he could create. Tragedy was the inevitable result.
Nightfall brought no resolution, no assurance that justice would be meted out to those responsible and little promise of a better day today. We went to sleep, some of us, in tears, afraid of what might lie ahead and with a fragile hold on the promise of calm and reason when we awoke. Our faith in the mercy and justice of our God was sorely strained, for we have waited so long for evidence that our prayers for our government and our country would bring mercy and justice.Read More