Locks on doors.
Metal detectors and security sweeps.
Evacuations, manhunts, and bomb squads.
This is our world. But someday…
Someday wars will cease, someday terror will be no more.
Someday locks will be forgotten, metal detectors left to the scrap heap.
“They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks.”
“Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore.”
Someday, words of hope
written to those who wondered what hope they could have
will no longer be merely words,
no longer simply hope
no longer just a beautiful dream of some far-off future,
but will literally be
And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
Every tear… wiped away,
No more death or mourning, crying or pain,
No more terror or fear or wondering what will blow up next.
When the old order of things has passed away.
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You can read about our experience of the night of the Paris attacks last November here and my visit to the Bataclan memorial here. When I started this blog, I didn’t imagine I’d be writing this much about terrorism. But this is the world we live in.