Station Break....

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You know, when you are watching a television program and all of a sudden there come this...station break; or when you are listening to the radio and there comes this...station break...well here we are again at another station break..but this is a break of a different kind.  This station break involves our nation..it involves our people...it involves our Christian brothers and sisters...it involves us.

This morning, we were all awaken with tragic news of a young man who had opened up fire in a church in Charleston, SC.  We heard what they said, watched footage that was available at the time...we even looked on the faces of those affected by this crime and we as a people...took a break.  We took a break from our normal activities upon waking up in the morning..instead of rushing downstairs to fix breakfast we were rushing around in the bathroom so that we could see this unfolding news...this tragedy...those affected...and the suspect who was at large.

We didn't rush to eat nor did we rush to put on our clothes instead..we rushed to hear what the next update was...why this had happened...who this young man was and where did he come from...was he a member or in any way associated with this historic church...for that matter at the time...church whether historic or not did not matter.  What did matter was how many lives were lost...and why.

We took a station break from posting to facebook and twitter and made sure we posted about this tragedy.  We took a station break from giving our full attention to our household and made sure we gave all of our attention to this news of the morning.  We heard our children calling our names and heard our dogs barking to go outside...we heard cars rolling by outside and birds singing as usual but this morning...we took a station break.  We have yet to fully return to our n ormally scheduled programming..our normally scheduled routines...our normally scheduled day and have made focus this horrific crime.

I rejoice in the fact that this suspect has been caught but my heart goes out to those affected...those killed and to their families...my heart goes out to the young girl who reportably played dead just to be left alive and the woman whom the suspect told he would leave alive so that she could tell the story...how does this make her feel...does she feel worthy of being alive while 9 others are dead...and there may be reasons rolling around in her head as to why...and in all of this, I still pray for this suspect and his family...something inside of this young man made him act in such a way....hate is horrible and devastating and damaging....

This station break...a time to reflect...to think...to be thankful...should teach us that these breaks are needed.  Our regular routine of going to school...going to work...walking our dogs...attending to our children...these routines need a station break..they need prayer...we need to stop and make sure that in everything we do...we pray.  We cannot afford to take anything or anyone any longer for granted.  Lives are lost in the midst of our routine and if God is trying to tell us anything through this horrible act...He is trying to tell us that men aught to always pray...in and out of season..that we need to take station breaks...interrupting our routine for non-routine prayer because at any moment...and any time and with anyone...this could happen...again.......#prayingforfamiliesandournation

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