When Mary reached the place where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet and said, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”
When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. “Where have you laid him?” he asked.
“Come and see, Lord,” they replied.
Jesus wept. ~ John 11:33-35
On days like today, there are no answers.
There will never be a good reason for the death of children, in a senseless massacre at the hands of what can only be a deranged person.
Last night I couldn’t sleep. I stayed awake late into the night, tossing and turning. All I could think about was the sorrow I would face in my own life when I awoke. Little did I know, that many, many more families would be faced with crushing heartbreak, after sending their precious children off to school.
And I realized, not for the first time, that I would hate to be God. I would hate having foreknowledge of an event like that of today. I just couldn’t handle it.
I do not believe that God causes tragedy, however. He may step back and allow something terrible to happen, but nothing evil could ever come from His hand. And I firmly believe that God and His angels mourn over the deaths of these innocent children, just as we are on earth. Just as Jesus was moved to tears over the death of Lazarus, I believe the heart of God also breaks at our suffering.
The only answer we have is to fall to our knees. To pray for God’s peace and healing. To cling to the One who has promised to right all wrongs.
And be thankful that God has mercy upon us.