As I was traveling on the Washington D.C. beltway late last week, I was reminded of the frightening sniper attacks that took place along that route ten years ago this month….
I was sitting in my cubicle wringing my hands when The Texan appeared. His towering figure filled my entire doorway, or so it seemed. Like the state in which he lived, everything about him was big. A project management consultant for our IT department, he was about 6 foot 3 with a wide build, a large head, and a hugely intelligent brain to fill it. He voiced his opinion (loudly) about everything, and he had absolutely no use for God (yet talked about Him frequently, as many atheists, agnostics, etc. are known to do).
“Excited about your trip to Baltimore?” he asked, referring to the plans my younger sister and I had for driving up from Richmond (VA) to see our older sister who was attending a conference in Baltimore.
“I don’t know….” I hemmed and hawed before finally admitting, “I’m really worried about the sniper. He’s been all up and down that Beltway.”
The Texan looked at me for a long time. There was a hint of pity in his eyes that I’ll never forget.
“You can’t stop living your life,” he said gently. “You say you’re a Christian, but you’re living in fear. That’s not Christianity! Be sensible, yes, but trust in the God you say that you believe in.”
I looked down at my hands. He was right, of course. I looked up to tell him so, but he was gone.
My sisters and I spent that weekend in Baltimore. We talked and we laughed, we ate and we walked along the Harbor. We lived our lives … trusting God.
In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid. What can flesh do to me? – Psalm 56:4 (ESV)