Good morning, God,
Lord, why does our pleasure sometimes get interrupted by pain? Isn't life heard enough as it is? The headlines have been about the collapse of the stage at the Indiana State Fair in Indy over the weekend. It seems that a sudden, powerful gust of wind toppled all of the stage rigging, scaffolding, and sound equipment right down on top of folks who were set to enjoy a great concert on a great night.
But their pleasure was interrupted by pain. Five will never experience pain or pleasure again; many will bear the scars of the pain for quite awhile. All of us will remember 2011 as "the year the stage blew down at the Fair."
Lord, when the winds of life topple our pleasures, we pray you will always be in the recovery. When the dark clouds of storms approach us, may we have enough time and smarts to take shelter in you. When we are spared from death, may we give you our heartfelt thanks. When we are injured, may we know your healing. And, when we are touched by pain only in our spirit, may we rely on your touch of peace through your Holy Spirit on us.
In Jesus' name, Amen.
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