As the sun set over my world early this evening, I watched the shadows grow long and dissipate into night. My thoughts turned toward the families in Bangladesh and Baghdad: victims of terrorism. I also thought of the families in Oaxaca, Mexico: victims of their own government. As that stillness settles over the landscape and the summer heat begins to lift just a bit, I feel helpless in the face of the chaos and homicidal madness of our world. In my prayer, I am with the victims of violence in this moment; I am them. I pray for comfort to come as a miracle for those who mourn. I pray for the root causes of terrorism to become uprooted. I pray for “swords to be beaten into plowshares.” What else can I do in this moment? In this very moment when the cooing of the desert doves begins to quiet and they settle down with their young ones for the night.
"The Ruined" are those countless ones throughout the ages who have encountered the presence of the living God to such an extent that they are "ruined" for the things of this world. They can never return for any extended time to what was formerly known as "normal life." They are burned with a vision of the beauty of God in the face of Christ--and they seek this in everyone and everything they meet.