Murder. Killing. Evil incarnate. When James Holmes painted his hair red, entered theater 9 in a Denver area movie establishment and open fired on the nearly packed house, Evil made the headlines.
Realistically, I don’t even know how to process the stories of horror that have been unfolding across the airwaves over the past 17+ hours. Even though I’ve watched a movie and chomped on popcorn at that very theater in the past, I can’t even picture myself diving behind a row of movie seats to dodge fast-flying bullets. All I can do is pray for those families who sent their kids off to a movie and are bringing them back in a coffin.
Along with the obvious victims are the ones about whom we seldom think. The family of the one through whom death came – the family of James Holmes. Strange as it may seem, they also are grieving. They have lost their son to the law. They have lost their privacy. They have lost their peace. They too have lost so much based on the actions of another. Is their pain equal to the loss suffered by the other families? – Doubtful. But still – loss nonetheless.
So this morning, as I think numbly on the Cinema attack, I leave the entire picture to the Lord who promises that even in the midst of the worst nightmare a parent can experience, He is always there.
“God is our Refuge and our Strength!” Psalm 46
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