I noticed this post earlier in the week but waited to read the blog until I had time to read and contemplate - I always get a lot out of Steve's blogs.
So today I read this thought-provoking reflection on terrorism, triggered by the attack in Manchester where so many young people were killed or injured. It's called terrorism because it is meant to invoke fear - terror that paralizes the ability to think anything but fear, hatred, revenge.
But in the days that followed, as news came out, I looked for the helpers. And there were many.
Two homeless men who were among the first to respond. Instead of running for their lives, they ran forward and rendered first aid and comfort to the injured and dying.
A taxi-driver interviewed on the news told of the taxis arriving at the scene offering free services to drive the frightened and confused young people home - and it was revealed that this taxi driver, and no doubt others, was Muslim.
A woman who gathered 30 or so young people around her and took them to a safe spot (I believe a hotel) where they could try to contact their parents.
And the many others who opened their homes and hearts to the victims until order could be restored.
I looked for other comments on this week's blog, but instead I found post after post about speaking in tongues. What gives? Surely the actions of many good people on this horrible night are more important and show more love than a gift of tongues.