I've refused to turn the news on today. I don't think that my heart could contain it. Just the few scant details I know have already broken my heart. I'm angry. Furious actually. I don't get it. All I can think about are those gifts already wrapped under the Christmas tree that will never be opened. The Christmas cookies that will never be baked. The Christmas pajamas that will never be worn. By kids. By helpless children. And I weep. I weep for thier parents and families. I feel helpless.
And yet somehow, I feel that it's no coincidence that I've heard so much over the last few weeks about how that Baby, that little helpless child- the man who willing took on my anger, and my hurt, and my frustration and died because He loved me more than I will ever understand. That little baby is the same God who's holding those families now. Carrying them when they (probably very literaly) can't stand. That baby is the same God who will love and grow and hopefully heal those other children who experienced this sensless evil today.
And that Man, that very same Baby will one day defeat evil. He will crush it under His foot. Do not discount that Baby this Christmas season. Do not discount the love and strength and power that was wrapped in swaddling clothes.
And then pray. Pray for those families that were so deeply wounded today.