Disbelief.  Horror.  Bewilderment.  Sadness.  Fear.  Anger.  Those emotions cycled through my head and heart over and over Monday as terror descended on the Boston Marathon when two bombs exploded near the finish line.  I’ve crossed that finish line three times, and the pictures that streamed from the event were not of a foreign or unfamiliar place.  I’ve walked those sidewalks and run those roads with friends, and it was heart-wrenching to see horror and fear selfishly rob the event of the celebration and joy it previously owned.  I intend – God willing – to cross the finish line of the Boston Marathon again, but it will never be the same.  Nor will the lives of those who are suffering injuries, grieving the loss or…