The drum beat of war

"War is a red horse, bloody and cruel making life insufferable and horrid". E. Peterson

It's the unease that we feel that erodes our belief that everything will be OK.  The survivors of Sandy hook have hardly buried their little ones when the eyes of our corporate selves are riveted on another disaster. We wait not ever patiently for the answer of who was it, why did they and what now. We are being dragged from sorrow to sorrow in the seeming every increasing drumbeat of war. James calls it the war inside of us...we want something we can't get it...the worse of humanity displayed for all of humanity.
We work so hard to keep ourselves safe from the evil that rages. There isn't a life that is not touched with that stain.
If we shut off the screens can we live in oblivion? Is it the ability to know and see the pain that makes our worlds so small and danger so near?  We hear those drums because we know it doesn't matter anymore where you live as to how safe you can be. I have heard it in every interview at every tragedy..."we didn't think anything like this could happen here!"

We wonder the same things...we rage against the same evil...we stand useless in its aftermath.
But...

God, has a body....He has hands and feet and a mouth and a heart. We need to stop fighting each other...start fighting in the real war. 
Every bomber, every shooter if  they lived here in the US  was a neighbor in a community with a church.
Do not misunderstand, we are not responsible for the actions of a madman...I am just communicating that in our neighborhoods there are broken people who need to feel the arms of a God who has a body. We need each other, in community to stand against the evil that breaks and blows up and shoots down. We need each other to hope...because when we are with each other...God uses His body to heal, to mend broken hearts, to mourn, to rejoice...to fight another day.