Sunday we spent our Sunday School hour in prayer for the victims and first responders of the Texas floods. The carnage was close enough that several people had some contact with suffering families. People who are Texas natives know about the destructive power of the flash floods on the Guadalupe River. I know that when we were looking at houses we researched the flood plains and ended up on a ridge. What adds to the pain is that many of the parents of the children lost may have made the same provisions but didn’t think about the low level of the camp.
In my times of prayer my mind also roamed to the places further away. We tend to focus more when it is close to home but I thought about the Christians in Africa who had been butchered by Muslims in the last few weeks and how it was an ongoing threat in their lives. I thought about those being killed in Israel and Iran. As we lift up the local tragedy it would do us well to remember other places that are also suffering.
My grandchildren are over for the night and I am very much aware of how blessed I am. I am hugging them more often than usual.
May your guardian angels be working overtime.
homo unius libri
Monday, July 7, 2025
Opus 2025-330: Monday Pulpit: Counting Your Blessings
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