You know what I’m sick of hearing?
Every time there is a major tragedy or disaster, be it natural or caused by man, I will go to the next church or worship service, and watch whichever pastor is preaching struggle to fulfill the impossible task of addressing the immediate question, “how could God allow something so terrible to happen?”
And I get it. The pastors of a worship community are our spiritual leaders. Their role is to give us comfort, to uplift our spirits, to help us move on and continue to accept and rejoice in God and Jesus Christ and all that. As the scripture says, “Come to me, all you who are struggling hard and carrying heavy loads, and I will give you rest.”
But when I hear that in response to this latest tragedy, all I will be able to think is: Stop making excuses.
How can we justify believing in a God that will part the Red Sea, or knock down a wall in Jericho, or in his son who cured blind men and lepers, but allows such a senseless act of violence to kill twenty completely innocent 6- and 7-year-olds and destroy the lives of their families to occur? How can we believe in a loving God, a merciful God, yet a God who sits idly by as up to eight horrific mass shootings take place in this country this year alone?
The victims are twenty 6- and 7-year-old children. What did they do to deserve this? What did their families do to deserve this? What did their friends do to deserve this? These children, these angels, all had their lives ahead of them. They were our future. They were just starting to learn about how they would each, in their own way, make a difference in our world. And yesterday, they were violently slaughtered, their divine sparks extinguished.
And the other six victims represented the best of our country. Five of them teachers and a school principal, adults who work tirelessly every day to teach and inspire our country’s children, and who yesterday, amidst absolute terror, put the safety of their students ahead of their own. They are a profession that our country’s leaders and pundits, completely oblivious to the incredible contributions and sacrifices of everyone in this profession, so frequently vilify as union-controlled freeloaders.
I can’t stand it anymore.