Thus saith the Lord; A voice was heard in Ramah,
lamentation, a bitter weeping; Rachel weeping
for her children refusing to be comforted...
Jeremiah 31:15
Somewhere in America, a young man is felled by a bullet...
lamentation, a bitter weeping; Rachel weeping
for her children refusing to be comforted...
Jeremiah 31:15
Somewhere in America, a young man is felled by a bullet...
A drug deal had gone bad. His bloody body lies on the ground, and a mother weeps for her wayward son. While, in another place, a young woman is dragged screaming into an alleyway, where she is raped and killed. Meanwhile, in a town many miles away, a child enters into a stranger's car and is never seen alive again. And in the school yard of a big city, a teenager is stabbed to death for his leather coat.
In America, many of our streets have been stained with blood as violence takes its toll. Moreover, for the survivors, there's agony and anguish because they must bury their dead as well as prepare for a life without them.
America is a nation that's pleading for answers. We're a people desperate for hope. It's as if the horsemen of the Apocalypse are on the move, and the rider called "Death" who sits on a pale horse, has begun his charge. Yet we've rejected the One who could heal our land. We have turned our backs on a Savior who could stop the bleeding.
Across America parents lament the loss of their children, while Lady Liberty, wrapped in an elegant toga with her right arm extended heavenward, and tightly holding an emblazoned torch, stands aloof. She stares upon us with indifference as the harsh winds of the Atlantic blow in her face. A symbol of freedom from oppression, the "Mother of Exiles," as she is known, rises tall and regal upon the waters of New York harbor. But her lips do not move. She has no answers.
The Statue of Liberty, She's only a creation of copper. She cannot do a thing to quell crime and violence. Nor can she put an end to the sins which corrupt our country. And as for America's dreams of Liberty and brotherhood, for which she stands, they are, after all, only dreams.
D.B.
Note: I wrote this journal entry after learning that the city of Newark, New Jersey, had a record number of homicides for the year.
In America, many of our streets have been stained with blood as violence takes its toll. Moreover, for the survivors, there's agony and anguish because they must bury their dead as well as prepare for a life without them.
America is a nation that's pleading for answers. We're a people desperate for hope. It's as if the horsemen of the Apocalypse are on the move, and the rider called "Death" who sits on a pale horse, has begun his charge. Yet we've rejected the One who could heal our land. We have turned our backs on a Savior who could stop the bleeding.
Across America parents lament the loss of their children, while Lady Liberty, wrapped in an elegant toga with her right arm extended heavenward, and tightly holding an emblazoned torch, stands aloof. She stares upon us with indifference as the harsh winds of the Atlantic blow in her face. A symbol of freedom from oppression, the "Mother of Exiles," as she is known, rises tall and regal upon the waters of New York harbor. But her lips do not move. She has no answers.
The Statue of Liberty, She's only a creation of copper. She cannot do a thing to quell crime and violence. Nor can she put an end to the sins which corrupt our country. And as for America's dreams of Liberty and brotherhood, for which she stands, they are, after all, only dreams.
D.B.
Note: I wrote this journal entry after learning that the city of Newark, New Jersey, had a record number of homicides for the year.
