There are no words for these tragedies...
... nor should there be.
I felt a similar panic last year when our little town had the elementary school on lock down with my daughter inside. The deputies pursued and arrested a man with a gun that had tried to outrun them by going through the school yard. Similar is as far as it goes. The depth of panic and pain of Friday's events cannot be measured by our words; and it seems like we have to have the trite expressions of comfort or clever zinger or quip... not appropriate today... or for time to come.
As parents we are never meant to bury our children, meant to look at unopened Christmas presents that are now, in home in Newtown Connecticut, symbols of tragedy. We see our children as the best of what we have to project into the future, and leave the worst of our world behind them... on to a better life and future promise. Therein lies the hope of our lives and love. Trusting what God has designed that parents would never see that day.
Romans 12:20-21
“If your enemy is hungry, feed him;
if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.
In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.”
if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.
In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.”
21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
Evil came to that school. Now we overcome.