The Winds of Fate.

After the initial horror of an event fades, the arm-chair quarterbacking begins.

It’s a chicken vs. an egg conundrum.  It’s Schrodinger’s Cat.  Yes, guns kill people.  Yes, people with guns kill people.  Yes, people kill people.  But we never know where the blame lies until we open the box.

And even if we open the box, I doubt we’ll find the answers we seek.  A normal human being does not shoot children in cold blood.

I’ve never been comforted by the words – God calls the little children to Him.  (Suffer the little children to come to me.)  Of course He holds the children close, after the fact.  But the very fact of their deaths begs the question, a question man has asked from the beginning in our attempts to find meaning in tragedy – If our God is a just God, why does He allow these things to happen in the first place?  Because if He does allow these events He’s allowed them all over the world throughout history.  Which, if I were to believe Him capable of such heinous indifference, makes God infinitely culpable.

Did He wake up one morning and say to Himself… I’m going to let twenty children die today?  I’d hate to think so.

Thus the ancients pondered the tragedies in our world and came to the conclusion that the gods are fickle, a reflection of us– human in their outlook and their actions.  Petty, bickering, murderous, adulterous, heroic, kind, sacrificing, capable of both great evil and great good.

Because of what I saw while I was dead, I prefer to think of God as having two faces.  Two sides, like a coin.  Sometimes the coin spins the wrong way setting in motion an incomprehensible chain of events.  If a word existed for an anti-miracle, this would be the time to apply such a word.  The thought process that would drive someone to commit such an unspeakable crime is inconceivable to most of us.

From the moment I held my first born in my arms I understood to the very marrow of my bones how fragile is the thread we call life.  And how terrifying real love is.

I could not be as brave as the parents in Connecticut.

There is evil in this world.  Yet we have our heroes too.  I think God gives us a combination of the two.  Whether we like it or not.

 

 

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10 Responses to The Winds of Fate.

  1. Amber Skyze says:

    I can’t imagine the pain they’re all feeling.

  2. Tim Dittmer says:

    To look at this head on will take courage. And it will hurt.

    You’re a good person, Julia.

  3. Evil does exist in this world, but I think there is more good. It’s just that evil gets all the air time, and that’s the shame of it all.

  4. I think most of us are pretty good people, Stephanie. But what is that saying? All it takes for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing? I agree though, too much air time. It’s why I don’t usually watch the news.

  5. No kidding, Tim. It’s almost impossible to come to terms with this.

  6. anny cook says:

    From the beginning…there was evil. God allows us choice. If he didn’t what would be the point of life? Then we would be mere puppets. Some–perhaps the vast majority choose good. But some choose to do evil. I believe there will be an ultimate judgement. Will I see it? I don’t know. But I believe wrongs will be redressed by a higher power. I don’t know how that will happen.

    As humans we want our perpetrators punished immediately. But that isn’t how it works. Just as our saints are seldom rewarded, our evil doers are seldom punished to our satisfaction. Perhaps that is the true purpose of God. To pronounce a final judgement.

    In the meantime, we grieve, we mourn, we live, we embrace joy, we laugh.

  7. Tom Stronach says:

    We couldn’t look at or listen to this without visualising our 5 grandchildren which gave us so much pain thinking that if we, as a family lived there 4 of them could have been in that school the pain was almost too much to bear just thinking about the grief we would have felt at their loss too unbearable for words

  8. Well, Anny… I agree but I still think God owes us an explanation for the evil he allows. Or maybe an apology. And we may get one.

  9. I know how you feel, Tom.