There's always room for one more at the table of life. 'Lebanon is sitting on a barrel of gun powder'. That's what I heard yesterday, and I couldn't agree more. We stand on the brink of more disaster. Who am i kidding? We are in the very heart of it. Schools decide on a daily basis whether to have classes the next day or not. Some businesses are on hold. Places of worship are moved elsewhere temporarily.

Temporary. That's the word that keeps us going. "It will be settled eventually. Things won't always be like this. Just wait for a few days and things will be back to normal." Normal. That word has a definition all its own in Lebanon. So, we sit on this temporary time bomb and hope to survive its explosion. Then we will return work, study, and play, until the next time bomb.

I believe that God holds this country in His hands and that we are in the process of the work He is carrying out. Sometimes healing hurts before it reaches completion. I know God doesn't condone what is happening, but I am convinced that He is using the finite and, at times, stupid plans of men to answer the faithful prayers of those who love Him.