When Evil Goes On Live TV – Todd Stocker.com

evil-tvJust a normal live broadcast for reporter Alison Parker and cameraman Adam Ward.  They loved what they did and this past week, they died doing it.  A former employee and co-worker raised slinked onto the shot and murdered the two of them and injured a third.

I couldn’t believe the evil.  It was meticulous and planned.  One of the videos show the perspective of the cowardly shooter who raised his gun a few times before firing rounds at the news crew who had no idea the live shot would culminate in death shots.    

This wasn’t laser tag.  This was live TV.  This wasn’t a video game with pixelated forms and alien invaders.  This was real life with people who loved and were loved.  

Many call it evil.  The diagnosis of the shooter is projected as disillusioned depression.  Both are correct for in the fall of man, evil distorts awareness, judgement and relationship.  Evil warps perception and ‘self’ seeks to fill its own emptiness.  

I believe our world is heading for a ‘shaking’ — a reset, if you will — and this event confirms it even more.  I read the times.  I look at the convergence of religious and stellar calendars.  I see the increased access to evil deeds around the globe.  Somehow, I strive to be like the biblical men of Issachar, men who understood the times and knew what to do.  

Yet I am not disheartened for I know God has overcome the evil that thinks it will win.  I am anchored in the truth that no matter what happens in the world or to me, I’ll be okay — even if I end up on live TV. 

Take heart.  Jesus has overcome the world.  John 16


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Evil In The Morning

evil-latteI love and hate mornings.  The love comes from my experiencing the newness of the day, the time I spend in my prayerful SOAP devotions, and the creative Spirit that envelops my heart.  The hate comes from the barrage of negative thoughts that batter against the walls of my holy time.

This morning, I let some of The Negatives in.  They sat with me and told me that I shouldn’t be doing what I’m doing, that I’ve taken on too much, that I don’t have what it takes and that I’m not making any difference in anyone’s lives.  The result – they told me – is that I should scale back, hide away and quit.

As unsettled as they made me, I buckled them into my car and drove to my coffee-shop hide-away.  I bought them coffee and made a place for them as I opened my laptop to work.  Suddenly, the sun creased across the horizon and I saw The Negatives for what they were.  I saw The Negatives for what they wanted to do to me.  I understood that The Negatives did not bubble from the well-spring of life that God had birthed within me.

If Lamentations – of all books – is true, then what I should be entertaining in the morning is the newness of the Lord’s love, mercy, compassion and grace.  That means, once again, that The Negatives do not come from God.

So tomorrow morning, when The Negatives come knocking, I will recite out loud Lamentations and will wake to the movements of the Spirit of God.

“The faithful love of the Lord never ends!  His mercies never cease.Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning.”  Lamentations 3:22-23




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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