Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Remembering Boston




It was Monday after 7PM, and the sun was setting as I entered a portable building behind our church.  I was about to teach English to a class full of students from around the world.

Some of the students came from

South Korea,

Iran,

Puerto Rico, and

Mexico. 

That night there was a new student, a sweet lady from Ukraine.

I don't know why, but I hadn't checked the news all day. 

Then, I heard it. 

From one of my ESL students from Puerto Rico.

"Did you watch the news?" she said in a somber tone.

"No.  What happened?"

"There was a bomb in Boston."

I was speechless.  I just didn't know what to say. 

Then, one of my American helpers in the class spoke up. 

"It was at the Boston Marathon.  At least two are dead and many are injured.  There are a lot of amputees."

My heart sank.  I said the only thing I could at that moment.

"We need to pray." 

My ESL helper lead the students in prayer, and we lifted up all the hurting in Boston to the Lord.

I usually don't know what to say in times like these.  Tragedy gives a heaviness of heart and a dullness of mind.

On the Boston bombing, Karin, a fellow blogger said,

"Lord have mercy," and

"Come Lord Jesus."

We long for Christ's return when the world reminds us how truly broken it is.

I am thankful we serve a God who promises He will one day make all things new.

One day we will understand when the things hidden are revealed.

If we would still trust Him, even when we don't understand.

"Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus." (1 Thessalonians 5:18)