Red, Brown, Yellow, Black, White

Norman Rockwell, "The Right to Know" illustration for "Look" magazine, August 20, 1968
Private Collection | ©Norman Rockwell Family Agency.  All Rights Reserved.

The Sunday after the shooting in Atlanta, I sat in church. It was a solemn morning in one way, since the shooting had just happened, but it was also a morning to remind us that we are not of this world and our residence is in the Kingdom of God.  It would be nice if His will was done "here on earth, like it is in Heaven," but since it isn't, when you get a little taste of His Kingdom, like we did Sunday morning, you rejoice!

I looked around at all the skin color and all the diversity, and just felt at peace and content.  We have been doing greeting in church since we started back, by standing up and waving at each other.   Not this Sunday!  Everyone was hugging and kissing and no one thought about what color someone's skin was.  We were all children of God.  Loved by Him and loved by each other!

On Sunday night, once again, those different skin colors met to pray...for our nation and for the world.    

This morning as we went to work at the warehouse bagging food, yesterday stayed with me.  I can't explain it.  It truly is "the peace that passes all understanding" that the Bible talks about.  It seems to me that every day I see the Lord's hand in everything that happens around me.  I remember when the Lord parted the sea for the children of Israel to cross over.   Moses said to the people "Don't be afraid.  Stand firm and watch God do his work of salvation for you today." (Exodus 14:13)

Every day since this virus scare has started, I have watched God do His work.  I am not afraid, nor have I ever been.  If I get the virus and go on to be with the Lord...I say with Paul, the apostle....that is far better. (Philippians 1:23)