A few days ago, we headed down to the river (or as I like the to call it, the puddle, due to its current state) to soak up the beautiful day. I pulled into a parking space and grabbed my camera and purse, then went off to go climb around some rocks (yes, I'm actually five years old at heart). I climbed around a bit, then wandered off down the trail. A few minutes later, a man came up and asked if I'd left a purse by the rocks. I ran back and there it was, money, phone, cards, and all.
That same afternoon, the terrible bombing at the Boston Marathon occurred. I was (and still am) disgusted and deeply saddened by it all. I mourn when I think of the innocent lives lost, and the lives who changed so drastically in the blink of an eye. Something so terrible is hard to even fathom, much less comprehend. But then, as I sifted through the news articles and bloody images, the thing that stood out to me was the outpouring of kindness and selflessness (here and here, just to name a few). To see the way humanity came together in the face of tragedy was so, so heartwarming. A man returning my purse might seem rather insignificant--especially compared to the magnitude what happened in Boston--but he could have just as easily taken my bag and no one would have been the wiser. The fact that he took the time to track me down and return it impacted me more than you can know.
I guess the thing that really hit home on Monday was the realization that there is still kindness and goodness and selflessness in the world. It's so easy to get caught up in the terrors broadcasted on the news that we forget the world isn't entirely bad. Yes, there is sin and heartbreak and unspeakable horror, but there is also salvation through Christ, and with salvation comes goodness, and goodness will always outweigh the bad.
Overly dramatic (as usual)? Maybe. But still, humanity totally rocks my socks off.