On the morning news, I was watching a young girl bravely and calmly give an account of the carnage at a San Diego, California synagogue shooting that took place recently. Around the world, people of faith have been attacked in their houses of worship. I stopped and asked my Lord . . . Why?
Psalm 26:5: “I hate the company of evildoers and will not sit with the wicked.”
Psalm 68:1: “Let God rise up let His enemies be scattered; let those who hate Him flee before Him.”
As I was preparing this poem, I took a moment to go back to a previous poem about prayer. I found some peace from Morning Prayer.