We were in NYC recently visiting our daughters. We had plans to leave our daughter's apartment in the early morning and drive to a family wedding together. When we went out to the car that morning we were greeted with a reminder that we live in a broken world - literally! Someone had decided to through a brick through our windshield as we slept. What is that about? I ask myself. What goes on inside the head of the person who does this? Were they drunk? High? Enraged? Acting on a dare? And what of my part in this crazy event? Am I, in some way, responsible for producing or at least allowing a society where some people feel compelled to destroy the property of others? So many questions. And yet, through the broken windshield you can see the sunrise. God is still at work in this broken world. For that I am thankful.