Prior to church last Sunday morning, my wife asked, “Are you going to say something about the school slayings in Connecticut this morning?”
Frankly, I hadn’t planned to. The whole thing was just too horrible to think about, much less talk about.
Besides, what would I have to say? That there are evil and wicked men in the world? That the innocent always seem to suffer the worst? That no one is ever truly safe anywhere? That many people, myself included, are mad at God because so many innocents lost their lives?
“Do you really think I should?” I asked.
“Yes, I really do.” Read More»