The short answer: I don’t know.
Yesterday was not good, at least from our perspective. We are heartbroken and profoundly disappointed.
Last night a group of us met here at our home, at one point all of the adults crammed together on our back porch, talking, sharing, comforting, confessing.
It could’ve easily become an angry kind of meeting, and while there were at times honest and heartfelt expressions of strong emotion, it felt more like a gathering of family after the death of a loved one. Some grief, some hope, all intertwined with an air of loss and resignation.
Not to mention a mean game or two of “Corn Hole” and the emergence of a clear “Corn Hole” master.
It was community and a coming alongside of sisters and brothers. It did my heart much, much good to know neither our struggle nor our sorrow are solitary.
We prayed together, asking, begging, pleading for direction and perseverance. For us, as well as for our pastor. We prayed for God’s glory to be magnified. We asked for forgiveness as well as to be forgiving. We believed the Lord’s promises to show Himself faithful.
So, what now? Only the Lord knows. We wait. We seek. We trust.