At the Intersection of Faith and Fury {Light of the World}

I tucked our daughter into bed last night, paused for a moment, and then crawled in bed with her.  I curled my body around her, held on tight as her little body relaxed into sleep, enjoyed how good it felt to hold her close, and then thought about the sad events of the week.

In my hometown, a 10-year-old girl was abducted, and murdered by a teacher. There does not appear to be any connection between the child and the man who took her life.  I do not know this little girl or her family, but when something like this happens, especially close to home, it causes one to stop and consider the world in which we live, and to which our children are growing up.

As I held my daughter, tears started to well up in my eyes.  I found myself stuck at the intersection of faith and fury.  It is hard to comprehend where God is when horrible things happen.  I know He carries all of this junk of the world in His hands, and I believe He is the Redeemer of hope, but when life collides with confusion, it causes my soul to feel restless.  It pursues my anger, and catches hold of my desire for vengeance.

Sometimes, I look up to the Heavens and tell God that the view from down here is quite difficult to enjoy.  When violence and death happen, I sometimes wonder where He is.  In this spot where hope and heartbreak meet, I long for understanding.  Why, oh Lord, why did You not intervene?  Why did You allow this?  Why?  

And then, I remember that He is found at the cross-roads of love and loss.  He is near the intersection of revenge and justice.  He is our sail when the waters are rising, and land is in sight.  Our Father is the divider between misery and mercy.

As my daughter drifted her way to sleepy-town, I crept out of her room, and met my son in his bedroom.  He seemed fearful.  He asked for a flash light, and then, quietly said, “Mommy, will you lay down with me?”

I held him close while my mind continued to swirl.  I wondered,  “What kind of world am I raising my children in?  What kind of world corrupts a man’s heart to do such a heinous crime to a child?”  Once again, tears left my eyes and meandered their way to his robot-themed pillow case.  Such despair held within those tear drops; such innocence to which they soaked into.

Porch LightAfter I kissed my son goodnight, sat down at the computer and noticed that people I knew were posting pictures of their porch lights in memory of the little girl whose life came to an abrupt ending.  And then, one by one, folks from across the nation, and even other countries, showed their pictures of porch lights that were turned on.

The stark difference between the darkness that occurred with her death, and the lights that were shining caused my heart to stir a bit more, and perhaps, even soften to the hope that is found within the Light.

At the intersection of love and grief, hope and despair, anger and peace, vengeance and forgiveness, darkness and light, and faith and fury, the Savior I believe in is still found.  He is the vessel of love.  He is the carrier of hope. He is the portrait of peace.  His vengeance is great, and yet, He will always be the purest form of forgiveness.

Our mighty Redeemer is the faith to which I stand.

At the intersection of faith and fury, He is the light of this world.  

John 8:12 – When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

6 thoughts on “At the Intersection of Faith and Fury {Light of the World}

    1. Charity

      In light of the situation I found myself teaching our children even more about predators. I felt led to prepare them and educate them more even though I hate that I even have to. I don’t want them to be in the dark about dangerous situations. I felt led to shine the light in that way as well as pray and simply continue to place faith in God and his goodness and faith in people. There is hope for us all yet.


      1. barrentoblessed

        This situation happened so quickly, in daylight, and in front of neighbors who chased the truck to try to catch it. Plus, he is a teacher and does not have a history that anyone is aware of. My son has been asking lot of questions, and I answer in an age appropriate manner. It is hard to teach our children to love our neighbors and be kind to strangers, then turn around and teach them to be weary of them. You are right, though., there is hope for all of us.


      2. Charity

        Absolutely a horrific scenario. But your reflection beautifully brought in the light. May comfort, strength and hope flood your city- especially those so closely involved. I cannot imagine the shock, anger and loss.


      3. Charity

        And regarding this thought: “It is hard to teach our children to love our neighbors and be kind to strangers, then turn around and teach them to be weary of them…” Exactly. I had not really pressed in on the “be weary” teachings for that reason. You want them to shine but you don’t want them to get hurt by people who are absolutely controlled by darkness. I have struggled with this one for sure. You hope for the best. You also plan for the worst. That is where I ended up in my conclusions. And that is why I ended up talking more about those worst case scenarios this week. This situation was just awful. Makes me cry when I consider what this poor girl’s last moments must have been like. Makes me realize all the more that this is not our home. Jesus wiped away her tears but the sheer fact that she had to endure them. Hard to shake it. I keep coming back to it… as is probably evidenced by my continued comments. Your words – the crossroads of love and loss- so true. Love and loss always lead us to the cross. Thank you for posting this. I appreciate your insight and heart so much.


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