Light Notes

Spokane vandals need God to mend their broken lives

SPOKANE — Peace fled the neighborhood Friday night. In its wake, evil left brokenness.

The incident went down in the darkness, a time when porch lights no longer burned and families felt safe in their warm beds. But outside their securely locked doors, criminal minds were at work.

When my car alarm sounded curbside at my daughter, Tiffany’s, home in Spokane, the piercing squeal dragged us from sleep. Too late, we found the culprits had escaped into the shadows.

Hours later in the morning light, we surveyed the damage to my Eclipse, the shards of glass scattered across the leather seats. Despite the destruction, a “piece” of good news greeted me when I spied the portable GPS untouched, CDs in the console and a small tote bag resting on the floor.

I’d like to think it was my Bible on the passenger seat that scared the thieves away, but likely the credit goes to an armed vehicle.

The next morning with my car badly in need of new windows, Tiffany drove me to the Spokane Arena. She promised to pick me up later, as I ran to join more than 5,000 other women at the Living Proof Live event featuring Beth Moore, there to conduct a Bible study.

I hate to admit this, but my mind was distracted at times by the ugliness that had struck the night before.

Nevertheless, at one point as I sat listening to Beth’s personal story, her words drew me in. She talked about the brokenness that had occurred in her life, something perpetrated by evil. She also told how God can replace the broken pieces of our lives with wholeness, giving us peace.

Beth Moore is living proof.

As I listened, my mind drifted to the culprits who had taken pleasure in perpetrating a malicious act the night before.

They’d left my car windows shattered, but that could be repaired. On the other hand, what about their lives, damaged by sin? Could God replace their corrupt behavior with goodness, a new heart like His?

I believe that nothing is impossible with God — and I’m sure Beth would agree.

So, when I drive my car — it sports “No God, No peace. Know God, Know peace” on the license plate — I’ll be praying that God will mend their broken lives.

This weekend, as I listened to Beth Moore, I saw firsthand that He can pick up the pieces.