Today we went to Srebrenica. I figured I was more prepared than most, having already been to the Killing Fields in Cambodia – I was wrong. It was a heartwrenching experience made all the more difficult because our guide had survived the Srebrenica genocide.
I don’t know any Muslim songs or hymns or really even what one would call them. So, as I was wandering around I found myself singing Amazing Grace – not loudly – just enough to for me to show respect and mourning the best I knew how.
I’m not trying to get preachy, but throughout the day a particular passage kept coming to me – it brought significant comfort on a difficult day.
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the creator of the ends of the earth,
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary
and young men stumble and fall
But those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary;
they will walk and not be faint.
Isaiah 40: 28-31