I’m deeply distressed by the news coming out of Boston–the horror of it and how close it hits home for me. I lived in Boston for twelve years, walked Boylston St. thousands of times; did my field ed at First Baptist Boston which is only a couple of blocks away from the finish line.
Marathon Day was always special even if you never were a spectator. The day’s excitement was infectious even if you spent it in class or at work instead of along the route. It’s been changed forever, a reminder of the suffering, pain, and evil in the world.
Pray for Boston. Pray for our nation. Pray for the world. Pray for the human race.