Scripture standout: Ps 71: "15 My mouth will tell of your righteous deeds,
of your saving acts all day long—
though I know not how to relate them all."
Mark 4: "21 He said to them, “Do you bring in a lamp to put it under a bowl or a bed? Instead, don’t you put it on its stand? 22 For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open."
His Deed/The Day: Well, like most people in Jacksonville I'm still in a fog after Tuesday's horrible turn of events. It came out today in the paper that the guy came to campus with 100 rounds of ammunition — enough to do much worse than kill one person.
My brain keeps whirring like my MacBook when it's trying too hard to download a big file or process something. Sounds like an airplane at take off. My mind keeps going round and round about how I can distinguish crazy psychopath killers from just your average looney tune. But try as I might and the more I study the story, I cannot make any firm conclusions. My motor finally shut off when I decided that God has a good plan in mind for all of us. And the more I worry about it, the closer I will come to burning out my engine. What happened at Episcopal — and Columbine and the school in Ohio and at the shopping mall in the Arizona — these things are not meant to be understood. They are senseless, absurd acts accomplished by people whose minds are too crazed to hear God's loving call to stop.
I was thinking about all this when I got an email from the public relations gal at Episcopal. I'd actually been wondering about her. I thought about what a hell job she has right now. I wondered how she must not be sleeping, or getting a moment's peace to wrap her hands around what had happened. I can't imagine explaining the situation or answering questions about something that still seemed like such a dream. I thought about her — and all the rest of the Episcopal staff. They've offered themselves to students and to the community as a means of support. But I can only imagine that they need support more than anyone else.
So I told her that — in not so many words. And she wrote back that she appreciated it. A small act, but maybe a moment of love during a long, crap day of trying to manage an unmanageable, unfathomable situation.
Deedclosure: If you're thinking about someone — tell them so. Why not?
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