Honoring God Charleston etc. Random Thoughts

The shootings in Charleston,  inmates at large,  churches  splintering
Loved ones dying, tornadoes, floods, fires, seven inches of crabs on the beach
Water polluted by fracking

Who do we think we are?  Do we think we can get away with this? Does a judge say the killer is a victim?, Does the polluter say the water consumers are the problem?  Does the church say the dogma is the problem?  Are the crabs laying dead on the beach their fault?

Why are we feeding ourselves  greed and violence?   - Why are we screwing up the best things that ever happened to us our lives and the earth

How does this honor God?  Even if you can't believe in a creator,  how does this honor the home where we live?  let alone one another?  This is not sustainable?  How does this honor you own existence?  Isn't this self destructive?  Does that make any sense?

What is Man that Thou art mindful of him

This morning started with the same routine: waken with prayers traveling through my head and heart, then a quick trip to the bathroom, turn up the heat, slip back under the covers til it warms up, play with the puppy.  An unconditional lick on the face and wagging tail are sure and certain affirmations to start one's day.

Then off to the gym with hubby and stop at the diner for coffee and planning for vacation!  What a life!!!

Then I see him; an old acquaintance of ours. He is working at the diner!  He lost his teenage son  in a car accident last year.  But we are a reminder of better days younger days.  We could not keep from hugging him.  We caught up on the latest news and such.

He admits that he battles depression.  He described how after the accident he thought he might like to join his son.  Then he shared  more of his story.

About a week or so after the death of his son,  he received a letter.  It was from a daughter he had not known.  She had been looking for him.  She was trying to find the courage to write a letter to him. The accident forced her hand to paper. She had tracked him through the son.

It seems that in his loss, he has been found and in her he has found life, not a substitute, but a purpose.  Thanks be to God for Good news!

 And I thought  puppy kisses were good!