It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes, I simply have no words. When inconceivable tragedy strikes, we can struggle to make sense of the hows and whys, but still wind up empty handed.
This morning, I was searching for some words, but I simply have none. I even tried looking for other people’s words I could link to, but still came up empty. I’m struggling with wanting to say something about the events that unfolded in Connecticut on Friday, yet knowing that nothing I could even begin to attempt would come close to being adequate. I mean really, what can one say?
All I have is this: on Saturday, I was driving home, listening to Wolf Blitzer interviewing a pastor when he asked him the age-old question: “Why do bad things happen to innocent people?”
The minister’s response: “Now’s not the time to tackle that question with a short, trite attempt at an answer. What I can tell you is this: darkness exists in the world and it’s very real. Yet, in this season of Advent, Christians celebrate the light that has come in the the form of Jesus Christ, the long-awaited Messiah. And the Gospel of John assures us that though there is darkness in the world, there is also light, and at the end of the day, the light will not be overcome by the darkness: