My Take on the Boston Bombings

April 17, 2013

in Confessions

It has taken me a couple of days to really gather my thoughts on what happened in Boston.

When I first heard about the bombings I have to admit my first thought was why on earth would someone want to blow the legs off of people who have spent so much time training to run. I imagined hundreds of runners missing legs and feet.

Luckily things were not as bad as my mind originally pictured. But they were no less tragic.

In the past, national tragedies have had me glued to the news. This time I decided to step away.

After 9-11, after OKC, after Newtown, after Columbine, after teen suicide and rape and bullying, all of these tragedies we deal with on a regular basis, I had to take a step back and evaluate.

This past week the Host Teams at church, which I am a part of talked about what God says about running the race.

1 Corinthians 9:24-27 says:

24 Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. 25 Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. 26 Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. 27 No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.

For those in Boston this week, it was about running. For most of us, it is about just living.

I was really touched by what Single Mom in the South said:

This time I am at loss for words and I find myself floundering and wondering,


"What is this world coming to?"

And I want to sweep my children up and carry them off and keep them safe, because it doesn't feel like they are safe anywhere.

They cannot fly safely on a plane.

Or go safely to school.

And now they cannot even run down the street safely.

It's not even just tragedies like this.

It's bickering over religion.

And politics.

And I worry and wonder if we are all going to be okay.

The reality is, we are not safe. It doesn't matter what kinf of gun control laws we have. If someone wants to kill someone else, they will find a way with bombs or swords or rocks. People have been doing it since the beginning of time.

But people are not the only threats. There are natural disasters and mechanical failures and illnesses.

The fact is, no one will get out of this world alive.

I'm not trying to be all doomsday. That's not my intention, but sometimes you have to put things in perspective.

As I looked at my boys after Newtown, my heart just ached. There were no thoughts. No words. Just a concern for safety.

This time I thought about the marathon running dad who more than likely had a healthy family. Who lost his son. Whose daughter lost a leg. Whose wife has a serious brain injury. And I think how nothing for him will ever be normal again.

I think of the Iraqi war veteran who ran 26.2 miles and an hour later was in his new battlefield as a trauma surgeon. For three grueling days he made decisions about amputations and saving lives.

This time I look at my boys and know that I can't save them from tragedy. I can't rid the world of all the monsters that lurk here.

This time I know that what I can do is prepare them. I can prepare them to be the ones who stay to help. The ones who give their time, their resources, their strength, their hearts, their prayers, their ears.

We can move forward because there are people willing to help. There are people willing to pick up the pieces. There are people willing to push past exhaustion and make a difference. There are people willing to do what they can to help others, to pray, and even to just listen.

pray for boston

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Lindsey Renuard is a blogger, YouTube beauty expert, and the Managing Editor of the Skiatook Journal.

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