There are so many joys that come with living in the city. But there wouldn’t be joys if there weren’t trenches too. This morning, almost 5am sharp, we awoke to that chilling sound of loud gunshots right outside our back yard. This isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Then came that sweet little voice calling from the other bedroom. “What was that noise?” “Those were gunshots sweetie.” “It’s ok. We are safe. You can go back to sleep.”
Oh, the trenches. There we find anger and a longing for justice. A heart for the ones who don’t know the Jesus that brings us peace just a few houses away. There we find desire. Desire to see a world gone bad fall on its’ knees to adore a Savior it mocks. There we find hope. Hope that this is not our home and that “all things are continuing as they were from the beginning of creation” (2 Peter 3:4) And in the trenches we find peace. Yes, peace, even amidst those loud, alarming bullet sounds piercing the silence of the cold morning air. Peace because “I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:28-29)
Afterall, it’s in the trenches of our sin and filth that a Savior found us.