Hello friends. How was your Christmas?
I hope it was better than mine. For I woke up to news of a bombing in my hometown of Nashville, Tennessee. At first, I innocently thought (like the Nashville police chief did) that it was a propane gas explosion. But it wasn’t. It was an evil intentional act on Christmas Day. Suddenly, Christmas breakfast and opening gifts was on the back burner. Way, way, way on the back burner. Instead, I was glued to the TV all day long, watching scenes that my eyes could hardly believe. All day long, I alternated watching TV with going to the bathroom to cry. To weep in silence away from my family. Because I was trying not to ruin their Christmas. I covered my face with my hands and I just let it all out. This year has been hard for everybody but especially hard on Nashville. It was like 12 months of stress came pouring out with those tears.
This is the fourth time that Nashville will have to rebuild this year. There were the tornadoes in early March. And then COVID hit two weeks later. And then there was this strange Derecho, and we had the riots and the damages from all the looting. And now a bomb. An RV bomb on the dawn of Christmas morning? Really??? IN NASHVILLE???
Nick Beres, one of my favorite reporters for News Channel 5 in Nashville posted these photos on his Facebook page. Just look at the devastation. This was no small bomb. And yes, it’s nothing more than a miracle that more people weren’t hurt or killed. The bomber had recorded a chilling warning and a fifteen minute countdown interspersed with music playing, so it would seem his intention was not to hurt or kill people. But yet, what exactly was his purpose? That remains unknown for now.
These were beautiful, old, historic buildings on popular 2nd Avenue, the heart of downtown Nashville. On a weekday, these streets would have been full of tourists. I’ve strolled down this street a few times in my 60 years of living in Nashville. I’ve been in a few of these old buildings and eaten in some of the restaurants (which are now destroyed).
I have no words for this senseless act.
I’m disgusted and tired of the meanness and the hatred going on in our world right now. So much so, that I told my sister that I hope my kids never have children. I don’t want grandchildren growing up in this hate-filled world we live in. And the sad thing? I meant every word of that with ALL my heart. I still do.
So once again, I’m on my knees, and I’m praying hard for Nashville, a town that I love so much and that is near and dear to my heart. Holy Spirit, help me. For I have no words…. They just don’t come. Dear Lord, help me with my anger and the hopelessness I feel.
God, have mercy. Help us all.