SANDY HOOK RAMPAGE
Matt. 2:16-18 ¶ Then Herod, when he saw that he was deceived by the wise men, was exceedingly angry; and he sent forth and put to death all the male children who were in Bethlehem and in all its districts, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had determined from the wise men. Then was fulfilled what was spoken by Jeremiah the prophet, saying: “A voice was heard in Ramah,
Lamentation, weeping, and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children,
Refusing to be comforted,
Because they are no more.”
I can’t believe I am even writing this but…. Here we go again. Three times in little over a week we have been shocked into reality with senseless killings. First, it was the NL football player in a domestic incident that turned into a homicide suicide. Next, we have the mall shooting in Portland, Oregon. Before the mall was even back open the shots rang out in the Connecticut elementary school. This time it was the unthinkable. What kind of person would gun down a class full of kindergarten students? No one would ever dream of a scenario like this. This reeks of the demonic, it drags our thoughts back to the Merry Christmas Herod gave to his subjects in Israel. Something like this is birthed in the regions of hell. The governor of Connecticut made the somber announcement that had us all glued to our televisions again.
“Earlier today, a tragedy of unspeakable terms played itself out in this community. You can never be prepared for this kind of incident. What has happened will leave a mark on this community. The perpetrator is dead, as is the person the perpetrator lived with.”
He went on to say that none of these students thought their day would end like this (no one ever does). He also said that their sleepy town of Newtown had been visited by evil.
The first statement smells like Beyond the Grave all over again. Who ever thinks their day will end like that. Every day is just like all of the rest until the unthinkable happens. Suddenly we are faced with the real reality, where will you spend eternity?
That brings us to the governor’s next statement. “Today, Newtown has been visited by evil”. This kind of evil is always just below the surface of our comfortable lives. Suddenly, without warning, it shows its ugly face. This time it was uglier than we have ever seen.
How do we deal with this kind of tragedy? First, as Christians, we do our best to stay in the real war. This life is not about flesh and blood. This life is a war for human souls. Secondly, we keep our own hearts in tune with heaven. Like young Jonathan Edwards said, he makes it his business to think about heaven every day. Heaven is real, so is hell. Maybe we can start living like we believe it. What kind of tragedy will it take to wake us from our sleep?