The Pain Is Worse Today

I fear the times are becoming harder for my people. Now death's reality has set in, it is hardened, crystallized, not all the way but a little more than yesterday. Because their loved ones are no longer coming home for dinner. They are no longer hearing the bathroom door close or hear the slam of a car door. They're spouses, parents, relatives and friends are gone. The days are long and the nights longer. I wish for the days of Lazarus. When Christ walked the earth and could hurry back to open the graves.

Death is the enemy. Death is the only one who dares not to hear the screams of protesters. Death is the one without a heart. What alley does it run through? I suppose death flies faster than an eagle. It seems indestructible. Today, the eagle has the victory. No! As we come together, "reason together," because this will happen in time, our hope for a binding love between people in the United States, no matter our differences, it will happen. Perhaps, not until that time will these words echo through our streets. "...thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ"(I Cor.15:57).

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