I've been blogging a lot today, but (sorry, y'all) I still have more to say. I've spent the day thinking about abortion doctors who kill children every day, along with Yemeni men who consider it an affront to their manhood not to force themselves on their pre-teen wives.
What have we become as a culture? As a species? We speak of nature "red in tooth and claw", but can anyone match the bloodiness of humanity, who kills its children - when it's not raping them first?
It is so clear that for Christians, this is not our home. We are here to learn to be more holy, to be more like the One who created us. And so we are forced to witness this brutality, this shame, and even as we witness it, to love those who perpetrate it. To show them Christ even as they show us Satan himself. To cry for their victims, to shelter and love the ones who survive their wrath, and to forgive them even as Christ has forgiven us. If all of that doesn't make us holier and more like Him, I don't know what will.
But still my heart cries out: come, Lord Jesus, come.