Pamela Tracy here, and I live in Arizona. Right now, we're in the news often. This past weekend has been a little tough. See, one of my best friends lives in Tucson, and I've been to the grocery store where six people died senselessly. As a Christian, I'm supposed to forgive, but seeing the faces of innocents makes me angry. Guess that's Satan's goal.
The nine-year-old tugs at my heart the most.
Then, watching the news came the close-up of a church. Yes, another connection. Church of Christ. If I lived in Tucson, I might attend that church. My dad was a deacon in our home Church of Christ congregation. I taught for a Church of Christ elementary school for fourteen years. Right now, I teach a Wednesday night 4-6th grade Bible class and do a puppet ministry on Sunday morning. The Church of Christ is my home. In reading the details of Dorwan Stoddard's life, I'm humbled. He was the man the church turned to when something needed fixing. He organized the benevolence committee. He died protecting his wife. One of the quotes said, "There's going to be a hole in our congregation."
And so we pray