The other day at my daughter’s piano lesson, her teacher heard the screen porch door open and someone walking to the back door. As he turned around from the living room to greet who he thought was me, he then heard the door slam again – as if someone had run out.

The incident caught me because a few weeks ago a neighbor confronted an intruder in her darkened home in the late afternoon. He ran away after seeing her.

I’m anxious for Burnley. What if Burnley had been alone? The door had been unlocked? I think about the deep uncertainty that most people live most days and I remember my friend Zebediah in Tanzania who said, “If God doesn’t come through for us, then we have nothing.” When you have nothing but God, you must expect God to act.

I’ll pray for God’s protection. And I’ll make sure the doors are locked.

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