I was looking at a Civil War publication last evening. As I looked at the image, my mind took to what might have been for me a different experience. The image had a horse-drawn carriage traveling down a dirt road (main street), about 1862. The next image was a house (farm) completely destroyed on account of the war. I just looked at that for a while and tried to imagine the devastation the family experienced and how insurmountable it must have been to make anything of life, even to survive it. To them, was Jesus, Lord?
Yes, He was (is). But when devastation arrives, where does our thinking reside? It makes all the difference in the world.