No Words

I have no words when I think about…

Black families who mourn the loss of two more of their own as they wonder whether or not their son will be next;

Police officers and their families who mourn for their brothers slain—and who now fear for their own lives as they serve our cities;  

A people wherein racial divides have long outlived the laws passed to eradicate them;

A nation in which there will be no moral and ethical options offered in the voting booth come this November; 

A society that asks us to, not only accept what we know to be wrong, but as well to celebrate it;

A culture that entertains itself with violence, sex, cynicism, sarcasm, and things that degrade the weakest and most vulnerable among us;

A world in which evil continues to dominate and at times almost blocks out the light; 

A church that is more concerned with its programs, politics, and protecting its own interests than in the people to whom it was called to bring the good news of the gospel.  

I have no words.

But, I pray and speak to the One who does…the One who has “the words of eternal life.” 

“Lord, to whom shall we go?  You have the words of eternal life.”  (John 6:68)