This is the third time I’ve edited this post in an hour. It’s just hard to write.
Sometimes we…
No, we can never stop the bad news; all we can do is decide what we’re going to do with it.
This morning I received some tragic news of a police officer getting shot and killed…by other police. I wish now I could have met him, but he worked a shift I haven’t yet visited. I have reasons for why I haven’t, but that doesn’t change anything.
I’m a police Chaplain, that’s what I’m supposed to do: visit with all the officers I can, to minister to them in some way, if possible.
But I didn’t with this young man.
Now he’s gone. It’s in the hands of a merciful God. That’s all I know.
I can’t go back and change what happened, what I did or didn’t do, but what I can do is look to the future as I keep my eyes on Jesus, my eyes wet with tears for the lost.
