A friend’s Facebook status notified me of the events in Paris on Friday night. I was waiting for a flight at the airport in São Paulo, Brazil – one day after flying through Paris.
My first response to the news was, “why is the world so broken?” I know there is abuse, injustice, violence, and evil in all corners of the world, but for some reason the news of these events weighed heavier on my heart than most tragic news. Maybe it’s because I love Paris so much. Or, maybe it’s because when I think of the venues that were attacked, I think of the sports fans, the vacationers, the first-daters, the birthday celebrators, the concert goers, and all of the others who were simply gathering with friends and family to kick-off the weekend.
If I’m being honest, I saw myself. I love concerts, sporting events, and dining out. I’ve done plenty of all three in Paris (particularly during my seven visits in the past two years). I am saddened by the realization that there are those who wish to ruin the things that bring joy, happiness, and good memories to others.
This morning, we started our day at the Nestlé Brazil office with a moment of silence. In that moment, I prayed for comfort for those who lost loved ones, and I prayed that the City of Light would not be oppressed by a spirit of fear.
As I fall asleep tonight, I’m reflecting on Psalm 121:
I lift up my eyes to the mountains – where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
Paris, I’ll be there in just a few weeks to see a concert, to visit a museum or two, to bask in the beauty of your Christmas decorations, to stroll through your charming neighborhoods, and to dine out in several of your fabulous cafés. I’m looking forward to celebrating a weekend with friends in the City of Light!