I had intended this space, for this year anyway, to be a time of remembering Christmas past. However, in light of the tragedy in Newtown CT, it just seems wrong.
Another of those times I just want to grab hold of a word or an action that will make a positive difference in a horrific situation.
I don't know those people, but I'm a teacher and every time the announcement comes on with "the code," I play out scenarios of what I might try to do if it wasn't just a drill.
Now, I see us being escorted to church by police and watching and watching the door, to never see our precious little first graders show up. I'm afraid I can see their parents hopeful faces as they run in to grab their child and we have no little person to release into their arms. Then having to leave with nothing, as the police do their work. Have mercy.
Missy Bugg is six years old.
I would want the world to stop and let me off. I would want nothing to be the same, because nothing would be the same ever again. I probably couldn't keep myself from trying to figure it out, to understand, to watch the TV and wonder why the media, could possibly want to know how the kids were dressed.
Oh my! Today, as I read that list of names, I will pray for those families, and for the nearly intolerable days they face.