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I’m caught in the tension between love and war, between life and death.  John and I just returned from spending four restful days together, unplugged from the demands of our world, replenishing our hearts in the beauty and love of God and the delightful companionship of each other.  It was good.  It was very good.

 

We drove to our destination and once very close, we passed a horrible accident on the other side of the road.  People had been killed.  Bodies were being draped with whatever motorists could find to cover their dignity.  One woman crouched next to an accident victim and held their lifeless hand.

 

Walking home from a lovely dinner one evening, we passed a window where a woman’s anguished sobs could clearly be heard.  Before we passed, the sorrow turned to rage and the sound of something breakable crashing was loud.  We could easily picture the scene as we stopped to listen and to pray.  Did we need to intervene?

 

While away, an earthquake struck Haiti.  You know about this.

 

Once home, we learned the good news that a friend’s pursuit of a woman long prayed for had gone well!  Then that the next day this same friend learned his brother had a brain aneurysm.

 

I am rejoicing now over the news that a woman’s husband who works for Compassion has been rescued alive and well from an elevator shaft in the collapsed hotel M in Haiti.  I wept at the news.  And I am waiting for news of another.  Waiting.  Praying.

 

Five days ago I passed four bodies being covered by white sheets and it shook me to the core.  Today I see images from Haiti and hear incomprehensable numbers of 50,000 dead and I am stunned beyond knowing.

 

Love and War is more than the title of a book on marriage.  It describes the life we find ourselves living.  The battle is one of Life and Death.  Physically.  Spiritually.  We are surrounded by it.  We must be changed by it.  Engage with it.

 

I am entering into this new year soberly. 

 

Walk with me Jesus.  Walk with us.  Live your LIFE through us and bring yourself to our aching fellow human beings near and far.  How we need you.

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About Stasi

Stasi Eldredge loves writing and speaking to women about the goodness of God. She spent her childhood years in Prairie Village, Kansas, for which she is truly grateful. Her family moved to Southern California back in the really bad smog days when she was ten. She loved theatre and acting and took a partiality to her now husband John...READ MORE

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