By Rosie Moore

On television, and on Facebook, I saw a picture of a little boy with a bloodied face, cuts and bruises on his body. His family was killed by terrorists. His little eyes looked out at the world as if to say, “Why did this happen? What will happen to me now?”

And I cried.

I read in the newspaper stories of our nation’s policemen being ambushed and shot. Policemen who vowed to protect the citizens of America.

And I cried.

I also read of men (and women) in the upper echelons of the federal and local  governments lying, stealing, and causing general mayhem in all walks of life.

And I cried.

Also I  read of the infamy that terrorists caused in our country fifteen years ago, taking thousands of lives.

And I cried.

Pictures of the homeless sleeping under bridges, huddled under blankets to keep from freezing from the bitter cold, or gasping for breath during the  torrid summer nights.

Make me cry.

Sick men who abuse their wives, abuse God’s little children, engage in pornography….

Makes me cry.

A nation that is besotted with drugs, causing families to break up, causing young people to leave this world before they have lived a full life…

Makes me cry.

Finally, pictures of terrorists beheading innocent people because they did not conform to their beliefs.

Made me cry.

Then one day I picked up my Bible and came across this verse in Revelations, chapter 21, verse 4: “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.”

And I smiled.

Thought for the day: Be still, my soul: Your best, your heavenly friend, through thorny ways leads  to a joyful end.  Katharina von Schlegel –A German hymn writer

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