I could listen to them all day
This broke my heart.
Five years ago yesterday. Grateful our lives are defined by the faithfulness of God.
Got an email today to all campus ministry leaders. Emilee Laverty was a freshman last year and went through first semester 1st year YL training before deciding it wasn’t for her (so a lot of us know who she is) who could not return to campus this fall due to cancer. We received an update from the blog that her family set up for her throughout this journey. Please pray for her and her family. The short version of it is that the cancer has progressed into her lungs so she can’t breathe and is now saying last goodbyes. Please be praying. http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/emileelaverty
I am still waiting for something good to come from growing up. All that has happened is life has lost it’s enchanting moments and potential for mystery. Grown ups are straight forward and serious. And people grow up and grow a part. All those things you thought would never happen to you in your safe world (because you thought it was different from the rest of this screwed up world) happen. You thought you would prove them all wrong, that you were above it, but it all happens outside of your control and despite all you did. God’s protected me and taken the blunt of the blows, all stagered, but I feel like my disillusioned world has been shattered beyond repair. Now that I’ve seen outside the matrix, my idealisit self has been dropped on her head. Oh, and those things you see on TV, yeah, despite what they tell you, they do happen in real life. The daytime drama that makes your jaw drop and you think ‘there’s no way!’ Oh, well, yeah there is. Welcome to the world post-Fall.
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At Columbine, I have seen this before. But not up close. As a church pastor in Denver, I have worked as a chaplain alongside several police and fire departments. I was privileged to counsel parents just hours after the Littleton Columbine shootings. However, in this new tragedy at the Aurora Theater Dark Night shooting, one of the victims was a 22-year-old woman from my church, Petra Anderson (pronounced Pay-tra). Petra went to the movies with two young friends who are biking across America. You and I have been inundated with news about what happened next. A joyful movie turned into bloody, unbelievable chaos. Petra was hit four times with a shot-gun blast, three shots into her arm and one bullet which entered her brain. This a bit of Petra’s miracle story.
With awesome people from our caring and pastoral team, I spent all day Friday in the…
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