Well, I had a pretty bad weekend. I was down with a cold since Friday so I spent all weekend coughing and lounging on my couch. Nothing much of interest to watch on tv – just the horrible news about the downed Malaysian airliner and the sense that things are only going to get worse in Ukraine before they get better. When that wasn’t being discussed on the news, it was about the continued escalation of fighting between Israel and Palestine. I drove to church on Sunday and heard an odd noise from my car. When I arrived at church I discovered that my car had been hit while parked overnight. No note or information from anyone about what happened. Just a banged-up front end. When I got home from church, my dog had clearly eaten something that upset her stomach – the evidence was on the floor in my bathroom.

On Monday, while still feeling sick, I was flipping through some CD recordings and heard a snippet of a hymn that seemed to stop me in my tracks. While my sickness and my dog’s will pass, and the car can always be fixed, I worry about the children at our border, the citizens of Palestine and Israel, and the pain and worry of the people in Ukraine. Those problems will linger, and while I can’t fix them myself I can only pray for all of these people suffering. Here’s the verse of the hymn that struck me:

 

“Drop thy still dews of quietness, till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, and let our ordered lives confess the beauty of thy peace.”

                                                        John Greenleaf Whittier (#653 in The Hymnal 1982)