Here are my keys- I use them almost every day. House keys, car key, bike padlock…plus a Swiss Army knife and a ‘trolley token’
…and a very worn red key fob,a treasured souvenir of our Silver Wedding Trip to the USA in 2004 with Liz and Steph. I bought it from the ‘Cheers Bar’ in Boston – the four of us had a fabulous day in that fine city. The Cheers Bar is only a few streets from Boylston Street, where yesterday’s bombing took place.
And today, as I pick up my keys, my heart is aching for all those affected by those bombs…that father who crossed the finish line, and briefly hugged his family…minutes before they were caught up in the explosion that took the life of his son…those people enjoying a day of holiday and celebration, which ended with horrifying, life changing injuries. In a moment, the cheers of celebration turned into screams of pain.
Father, may the people of Boston know your comfort today
give your peace to the bereaved
give your healing to the injured
give your skill to the surgeons
give your wisdom to those in authority
give your grace to all