Meanwhile, somewhere other than where you are...

There are rivers, rivers of blood flowing into the dirt and the sea these days.  They die person by person in homes and streets from violent crime.  They die by tens in protests and crack downs in capitols from Venezuela to Egypt to Ukraine.  They die in hundreds in car bombs and suicide attacks and they die by thousands in culls, pogroms and genocides.

It is easy to gloss over, it is easy to feel bad for the oppressed or outrage against the oppressors and then move on with the weather and what's for dinner.  It is easy to forget the people who are being slaughtered are people just like us.

It is even easier to forget that the people doing the slaughtering are people just like us.  Yet for the grace of God go i.  Jesus showed us hate is the same as murder.  It is a short set of circumstances between anger and violence.  We all have blood on our hands.  We all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.  Only those with Jesus' blood on their hands and hearts will be cleansed.

Meanwhile, there are rivers of blood flowing...