About 10 years ago, the news sent me on the road to our church by Columbine. Yes, I remember the terrible events of Columbine. News of that tragedy spread world wide. Recently I was reminded of the parents of Eric and Dylan. Not only did they lose sons, but so many psychological attacks must have battered them. And the people spurned them. Ten years later, all I can do is pray for them, ‘Lord, bring some comfort into their lives; give us the grace of mercy and repentance for what we did to them. Heal their wounds Lord! Rachel Scott forgave their sons.' What unforgiveness should we hold on to?
Even farther back are the stories of our brave warriors who returned from the bloody battles of Viet Nam. I remember a friend of my husband who dropped by out of the blue one Easter night. He refused dinner, but brought vodka and required only orange juice. As the liquid in the bottle went down, he began to speak in a voice of pure anguish of what he had seen and done while at war. It told my heart so much of the mental suffering of our sons and daughters who battle for freedom. Despite the horrors they went through in the service of our country, these brave soldiers were met with scorn by many when they returned. It was a time of disgrace for our nation. Today most people have repented for that, but what makes us do these things? Self-centeredness? Fear? Needing to feel superior? Inferiority complex? The only answer for this sin in our human nature is Jesus Christ.
Proof of this is seen in the life of Rachel Scott, who, by the way, was the first child murdered at Columbine. If you’ve never read her book, (The Journal of Rachel Scott), I highly recommend it. She is filled with the love of Jesus, and her life was extraordinary because of it. She was a light in the dark world loving the unlovely and unafraid of human consequences.
Can we also be like this? Jesus said in the last days hearts would grow cold. Being forewarned, can we prevent at least our hearts from growing cold? Who do I need to forgive? Where can Christ's love shine through me more? Can I seek the 'unlovely' or perhaps that lonely soul who sits always by themselves, and let Jesus-love flow through my smile, my voice, my look?