“Bad news should always come after lunch.. first thing in the morning everything left a bruise.” Stephen King, American novelist
Some things I’d really rather not know. But, try as I might to keep bad news at bay, information just keeps rolling in. For at least a year, this has primarily meant hearing that this one or that one has gotten themselves into a situation.
The situations haven’t been good ones, of course. They’ve been the kind of muddy, tar-like messes that suck not only one individual in, but several of those around them. Sorrow just everywhere.
Hearing yet another piece of such news the other day, I caught myself doing an internal “du-du-duh-duh-duh — another one bites but the dust.” It was a moment of hopelessness. This one. This time. It was just too bad.
Then that God voice that speaks so often in our hearts chimed in. “What would you do if it was cancer?”
That gave me pause. I knew the answer. If the person trapped in spiritual sin was instead diagnosed with physical cancer, I would pray. I would pray until he was healed or dead.
So, I am.