Hope conquers fear.

Sunday, 15 November 2015

I don't normally write blog posts about terror attacks or natural disasters or other heartbreaking tragedies. It's not me being insensitive. I just don't know how to put words to it. In the face of utter terror, devastation, and extreme violence, my words seem pathetic and small.

So I don't write them. Usually.

But I don't think I can post anything else without mentioning the terror attacks over the weekend. Obviously in Paris, which has seen my Facebook feed turn blue, white and red (understandably), but also the attack in Beirut on Thursday, which was just as bloody, just as despicable, and just as awful as the one that we have been mourning closer to home.

There is a lot of darkness in the world. Sometimes all I have to do is glance at the headlines and I can feel it pressing in on me from all sides. It's a scary world in which to raise a child.

It's also a beautiful one. Still.

So, while my prayers have been as much 'Why is this happening, God?' as well as 'please be with those poor people, Lord' (and I'll happily admit that. I struggle sometimes with injustice and cruelty and where my faith fits around that), I still believe, obviously, in Jesus, but also in hope, and in courage, and bravery, and in the ability of people to keep going, to carry on, to not allow fear to overcome them.

This is my little tribute. To the people of Paris who have gone out the next day, who have walked blood-spilled, glass-shattered streets to see their loved ones or help those in need or to just, you know, go to work. And to the people of Beirut, whose complex situations we may not see as much in our media, but whose lives matter just as much.

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