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.