On Monday night, after watching the bombs explode over and over a few dozen times, and hearing the stories of those who lost limbs or life, I sat down with Isaac to talk. He was sitting on my bed watching the news. I could see he was thinking through it all and worried. We talked about living in the Last Days and that, while we are waiting for Christ to come, we are going to see a lot of destruction and sorrow. We may even experience some destruction and, we are no strangers to sorrow.
Uncle Clark was running the marathon. He had finished the race some 30 minutes before the bombs went off. He was fine. We also just recently had a cousin, Dilon, who was in a motorcycle accident. At first he only lost some toes. Then he lost his leg. He is recovering and hopeful. We got to visit him and see pictures and ask questions.
We live in perilous times. So Isaac and I talked about living righteously every day. No matter what happens to us or around us or anywhere or to anyone else in the world, we know that if we are living righteously we will be okay. It doesn't mean we will not suffer. It doesn't mean we won't die. But it also doesn't mean we sit in our house and board up the windows and hope nothing happens to us. We live. We choose the right. We laugh. We pray. We look forward with a perfect brightness of hope. We look foward to when Christ will come again.