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December 16, 2012

When I was younger I would watch the news and not really feel anything when there was a tragic story being covered.  One of the first big media frenzies I remember was the Waco siege, in ’93, I was 7 at the time.  It was an awful thing.  It ended pretty much as badly as possible.  But I still watched it only with curiosity, like it was a TV series or something.  I was convinced there was something wrong with me, or maybe something I needed to grow out of.

Mass murder of children is hard to even comprehend.  I don’t know, maybe that was the problem when I was little–I wanted to understand. Why did those people have so many weapons?  Why did they think they needed them?  Why did the government surround them?  Are they prisoners?  What happens to people after they die?

Yesterday was pretty much the same, only I had different questions.  What good are we?  Really.  All of our attempts at love and good deeds, all our striving, and we can’t take away someone else’s pain, no matter how much we want to.  What good are we?  Why are we so small?  Why are we so weak?  Why are we so full violent and cruel and selfish?  Does God really allow such intolerable things to happen?

And it’s a fair question, how can you believe in God when grown men are shooting children?

Usually when people ask why I believe that Jesus is God’s son, I say, because it’s true.  It’s apparent that it’s true, based on things that we can see and learn.  It’s a fact like any other.  The sky is blue, Jesus is alive.  But that can only lead us to him.  Next is an invitation to know him, and a command to follow him.

You know that man who killed 20 children and eight adults?  Jesus loves him with a perfect, true love, that will never end.  He loves that man so much, he was willing to be punished for those murders.  Imagine such a thing.  Perfect justice, God’s wrath poured out–on his son, to save a murderer.

He loves us all this way, individually.  Jesus died for a hateful, selfish, lustful, cruel, cowardly liar–me.  He did the same for us all.


This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. – 1 John 4:10


Tragedy can’t even diminish his love.  It drives away fear, it banishes guilt.  His love is so powerful that we get to say, death has no power!  Those children that died yesterday, they’re alive!
We can’t blame him for what happened.  One man killed 28 others, and himself.  That’s how humans treat one another.  We’ve proven it time and again.  If you go looking for justice there, you won’t find it.

He is my hope today, more than ever.

The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” And let him who hears say, “Come!” Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life.” -Revelation 22:17

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