You Didn’t Hear the News?

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11.28)

“They burned my sister to death. Or at least that is what we think.” This shocking revelation came from the trembling lips of a devastated brother. Just one month prior his twenty-eight year old sister had been found smoldering in her bed. The heat of the flames that ravaged her young body was so intense that it had rippled the PVC dropped ceiling of her tiny bedroom. Ninety percent of her body was burned.

To make matters even worse she was seven months pregnant. To this day no one knows exactly what happened. Her drug dealing live-in denies any wrong doing but has since left town.

This girl was kept on life support for a week and as she slipped into eternity the doctors extracted a little girl from her lifeless womb. In conversation yesterday her sixty-four-year-old mother told me, "Only in God's strength will I and my sixty-seven year old husband be able to care for this little angel and her three-year-old big sister.

What do you say to a couple like this? Where is their hope? What will their and their two grand daughter's future look like? Are they reaping the consequences of past sin? Is it the results of tragic decisions that has brought them to this dismal point in their life? I believe that their situation is a combination of these and many other factors. Years of being lost; far from Christ is far from purpose, light and peace.

Know God know peace. No God no peace. Trite? Hardly. After praying with this grand mother newly turned mother of infants she looked into my eyes and said, "In times like these the Bible and prayer bring us comfort." So why does it take so many people so long to come to this conclusion?

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