The morning of Friday the 13th I got excited for the start of another Gonzaga season. The weather was raining and it was dark on the way to my bus stop. I was hopeful to get off early and see the game. Work was slow and it looked good to catch the Zags. At lunch time I called about our upcoming trip to Philly for another medical trip. Housing there will be set. Lunch ended, I went back to work.
Then, reports of attacks on the city of light, Paris, came. Dark men armed with dark motives and dark guns unleashed violence. A soccer stadium rocked form a bomb. An American band playing in heart of the city had their concert turn into a pool of blood. Cafes and outdoor restaurants that have painted by master artists were scenes horror.
Paris, my grandmother’s favorite city and the city which has her scattered, was frozen by an attack. The panic hit worldwide. Liberty, equality, fraternity flowed throw my mind as friends soon replaced their profile pictures with the tri-color. A game of waiting for the final number of dead started as point system for tragedy.
God once begged Cain to master his sin and Cain rejected God’s commandment. Cain once pick up a rock and took it to his brother’s head. The rock stained red. Later, many men found this rock and built an altar to it. They have added rooms and it is a too large temple. They bowed to the rock as had Cain. They even call the rock a God. They took the rock to the Son of God. We have forged swords, guns, and missiles from Cain’s rock. The temple has grown larger than ever.
Today, eight men came and bowed to the rock and we looked on in horror. I wonder if we will ever heed God to master our sin. The Prince of Peace came once and we answered him with rock forged in wood and nails. I quietly pray to God to help me master my sin. The rock tempts.
I continued to work that day. A late call came and I was stuck at work. I missed the first half of Pitt vs Zags. My wife offered to pick me up at the bus stop so I wouldn’t miss more of the game. She was late. A car accident and two more people died. I got home, the Armed Forces game between Zags and Panthers had been called off because the slickness of the floor. They didn’t want people to be hurt. My 6-year-old son asked about Paris and what was going there. I told him a story to long in the telling. We are still be called to master our sin as it still master us.
