This morning I got up (late) to the news that Saddam Hussein had been hanged, and that a car bomb had exploded in the parking garage of our new terminal 4 of Barajas airport. First of all just wanted to let everyone know that we're safe and sound. So far there have only been injuries from the bomb blast (the authorities received a phone calling with a warning). It appears that ETA, the Basque separatist group is responsible, although they have had a ceasefire in place lately.
It's just senseless, because it's such a cowardly way to cause fear, panic, and material damage. For almost 40 years this group has been resorting to violence. So far it has not earned them any sympathy or many results.
I wonder where these people are today. I would imagine they are hiding, completely on edge in case they are discovered. I can't imagine that this feels like a very honorable way to be living life. It makes me sad for them.
Thankfully, we live life with the Peace of Christ in our hearts. Despite the violence in the world, I do not have to worry about my safety. Instead, I could chuckle with my kids as they watched Road Runner cartoons for probably the first time this morning. I can start the dough for cinnamon rolls in the bread maker. I can revel in Meg's enthusiasm for being able to ride her bike and her plans to play more with the other kids in the building this summer ("Now I can play with them in the pool AND on bikes!")
May God bring His peace.