In every single corner of the world, it seems like the World is on Fire. Sadness. Sickness. Shootings. It all seems to be too much. Too much.
Everywhere I look, every news station I turn on, seem to remind me that this place we live, this earth we occupy, these people that we stand and share soil with, are hurting, and that death is literally at the doors of way too many.
Being a Christian these days is weird. I have one foot in this world of excess: wealth, loads of food, fun and entertainment at my fingertips. And then this other foot in this other world, trying to figure out and sort through all the sadness. Past my door, outside my window, our neighborhood kids run amuck, selling homemade lemonade from their stands, while in so many places in the world, children are being sold into slavery, or starving to death. It makes me sick. Literally.