Thursday, June 07, 2007


Steve Lambert --- publisher, speaker, and online "dad" to many --- had these words to share this morning:

A sad story in our own backyard...

Some of you have followed the story of 18-year-old Kelsey Smith, who was abducted from a very up-scale shopping area several days ago in the Kansas City area. Her body was found across town in a park about 1.5 miles from our house yesterday afternoon.

It was discovered along a park nature trail that Jane and I have walked dozens of times over the years, and one that I drive by once or twice a day.

You can read about the story at if you're interested.

But one quote leaped out at me as I read the article this morning...

Though Overland Park police and others quietly searched the area Tuesday, authorities didn’t disclose the location until Wednesday. That’s when more than 240 officers, from multiple agencies, canvassed the area. No one but law enforcement and authorized teams were allowed in the search area.

Only a few people stopped by to see what was going on. Among them was Edith Duskin of Kansas City, who had been helping in the search for Smith since Sunday. Duskin was on her way to the Longview Lake area to post fliers when she heard a body was found.

“I was hoping to God she would come home,” Duskin said. “This world ain’t right.”

Grammar aside, I think that pretty well sums things up, doesn't it? "This world ain't right."

We live in a fallen world, broken by sin and selfishness and our hope lies beyond this present age.

The 26-year-old suspect is already in custody and so the ripples of our sin continue to spread out, like waves from a pebble tossed in the water- two families, two extended families and 100's of friends and acquaintances wounded and disfigured because of the selfishness and sin of one man.

I'm so grateful that we have some hope beyond this life.

I'm sitting here at 3:15 in the morning, getting ready to shower and shave and drive toward the airport to board a sunrise flight to speak at the Virginia state homeschool convention this weekend, and I'm reminded of a song by controversial Canadian singer/songwriter Bruce Cockbrun called "Rumours of Glory". (Note- I'm sure my good Canadian friend Barb Cash appreciates someone who can spell the word "rumors" correctly!)

Above the dark town
After the sun's gone down
Two vapour trails cross the sky
Catching the day's last slow goodbye
Black skyline looks rich as velvet
Something is shining
Like gold but better
Rumours of glory

Smiles mixed with curses
The crowd disperses
About whom no details are known
Each one alone yet not alone
Behind the pain/fear
Etched on the faces
Something is shining
Like gold but better
Rumours of glory

You see the extremes
Of what humans can be?
In that distance some tension's born
Energy surging like a storm
You plunge your hand in
And draw it back scorched
Beneath it's shining like
Gold but better
Rumours of glory

That's really true, isn't it. We live in a world where there are "Rumours of Glory". We've heard, but not yet seen. We've read, but not yet experienced. We've believed, but not yet tasted. We live in a world where 18-year-old girls can go to Target to buy a gift in broad daylight, and be left lying dead along a beautiful nature trail just an hour later.

And the most horrifying truth is that it's not just "a 26-year-old suspect" that's at fault. It's all of us. There is none without sin. We're all a part of the problem- and none of us are a part of the solution. It's just a matter of degree, isn't it? Sin is sin.

But as Bruce Cockburn sang nearly 30 years ago, we've not been left without hope. There are "Rumours of Glory" throughout the land- the promise of redemption and an end to sin someday.

We are buoyed up, as bodies are found in our own backyard, as Maggi Pivovar continues her rehabilitiation therapy after the loss of both legs, as the students at Virginia Tech wonder whether to return to campus next fall or not. In a world of unimaginable suffering, we are lifted by "Rumours of Glory."

I for one am grateful for those "Rumours" this morning as I get ready to travel. It's clear to me after 57+ years that none of us have the wherewithall inside us to make this world what it was intended to be. As Edith Duskin so simply put it, "This world ain't right."

Blessings friends,

Steve - the 3:00 AM Philosopher

Five in a Row

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