Blessed are those who mourn? Surely Jesus intended this statement for Sunday School discussions or Preacher School term papers. Likely, he did not perceive such as an everyday sort of commentary.
Or, did he?
The Boston Warathon erupted. Limbs strewn and lives claimed, news spread around the world in the flash which blasted both runners and cheerers. The Boston Warathon ended with huge Kaboom!
As mourners, how shall we view this tragedy? We shall do so from the courtyard of Blessed. How so?
God never wastes one crumb of a crumby life. Never. The Yes is always there.
Always.
How shall we view this hideous news? I would not know how to count the ways; but I will direct you to one.
The Boston Warathon reminds us of what is important in our spiritual hunt. Whether actually caught up in the franticism of being at the scene or merely observing from our CNN/FOX news towers, the Boston Warathon knocked some of the religious silliness out of us.
From mid-afternoon on, no one was discussing instrumental music, women's roles, nor whether is best to be a liberal or conservative. War breaks man's yearn to need to know things which, in the long-run, don't fare well when placed against the bloodshed of the innocents. War reminds us that life isn't about our preferences nor our peevishness.
War jerks our chains. Hopefully when that happens, the Light comes on. We are reminded to get back to loving God and loving others. By His grace and mercy, we will be safe in Jesus....nowhere else.
The Boston Warathon will not be wasted.
It will be used as a blessing. The injured and the dead are soldiers. We will honor them by awakening to a blessed state in the center of our mourning. This war reminds us one more time to discuss important matters freely and openly all we want; yet to do so within the context that victory is not found in the loudest or most convincing arguers.
No. Meaningful life is found in a man who encountered the Boston Warathon an ocean away and centuries ago on a hill. When he lost.....we won!
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