Will Violence Ever Stop Being So Common Place?


I was sitting in the kitchen with coworkers eating a delicious lunch. Mitch walked in and said, "There was a bomb that went off in Boston just now." We all did a double take and he had to repeat himself 2 or 3 times. Then all of a sudden, his words hit us all. Our hearts dropped, and there was silence.

When the massacre in Newton, CT happened, I grieved for days. I felt this pain, this weight that I have never had before in a crisis. Those babies who died belong to us all. I couldn't stop thinking about those children, and the brave adults with them. This ache came back after hearing about the bomb. And again, I found myself reading news stories, viewing photos. Having no words.

I don't know why people do what they do. Why we have to watch these deaths and tragedies happen so often. Why hate has to take the place of love. Why we can't just love our neighbor. But the human response to these crises is Resilience. Love. Community. Across the globe and across the country, we hold each other’s hands. We support and pray. We stand together. I don't know the answer to any of this. I was rendered speechless and grieved when I read about the 8 year old boy who died because of a bomb, in our country, while cheering on his dad crossing that finish line. And that is just one of many stories. It is just an unfathomable atrocity. The world hurts. Our country bleeds. Violence like this is discouraging and reprehensible.

What must God feel when these things happen? He loves and has made each of us. Both the victims, and those inflicting violence and death. How it must grieve him to see. Part of me weakly and angrily asks why. I question why evil happens. Why it can't be stopped. Is it all just a symptom of this broken world?

When Newton happened, I, along with every other parent, wanted to run to my child’s school. I wanted to hold him close. Feel his baby skin and kiss his plump, precious cheeks. We are fortunate to be safe. Fortunate to be untouched by the blast of an explosion or have our babies be gunned down at school. But that's it. Our neighbors in Newton and Boston did not have the same fortune. Their babies bleed (child and adult alike). Our Journey church did a candle light prayer for each person lost at the Newton massacre. I was very grateful for this. It was a way we could stand with them, and still come together here in Irvine, CA.

When will violence ever stop being so commonplace here and in our world? I am discouraged to say; that it seems like it will only get worse. World peace has always been an illusion.

Life is precious. And for senseless acts of violence like this to endanger so many people and to result into the deaths of human life, is unfathomable.  My condolences for those lost, my sorry for this happening, it's just not enough. But what is, when you are dealing with something like this? I don't know, but I am sorry. And I stand with these brothers and sisters across our country in solidarity with those in Boston. I don't feel so far removed anymore. When the Twin Towers were hit, I was in high school and had did not have the same awareness of it. I was so far removed. Now? Now these events might as well as happened right next door.

The refrain from a song that comes to me in light of this tragedy is this:

Let my life be the proof,
The proof of Your love
Let my love look like You and what You're made of
How You lived, how You died
Love is sacrifice
So let my life be the proof,
The proof of Your love

Maybe the answer for now is prayer. Prayer for Boston and for our bleeding country. Whatever our response to these unspeakable events, let them be made in love. And if you feel anger, if you question and if you don't have answers, that's okay. This isn't supposed to make sense.

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