Scripture standout: Ps 62: "9 Surely the lowborn are but a breath,
the highborn are but a lie.
If weighed on a balance, they are nothing;
together they are only a breath."
Mark 13: "31 Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away."
His Deed/The Day: Numbness. Disbelief. A recently fired Spanish teacher at Episcopal School of Jacksonville returned to the campus today at 1:30 and killed the head of school, Dale Regan. All I can think is, "what the hell kind of deed is that, God? Why did this happen? Where are you now? Why weren't you there?" I keep trying to be thankful that no children were injured and that so many were protected. But there is so much fear. There are so many questions.
Who knows what the shooter planned to do, and how his dismissal might have saved others. I just can't believe this happened here — in our backyard. This is supposed to happen other places. Not here. Not near my kids and their friends. Not to people the community respects.
I don't know what to say today's deed was. After complimenting the Subway sandwich girl's blinged out open earring holes and agreeing to up Marley's museum purchase to an even $8 for a 77-cent donation, the day has been — a blur. We were on a nice field trip to Gainesville, then — a blur. A blur of listening, holding my hand over my mouth, listening, drifting, imagining others, crying, trying to figure, shaking my head, listening, hugging, more crying. A blur.
I'm looking back at today's scripture standout, chilling. We are "only a breath." Today's events surely are a reminder of that. "Heaven and earth will pass away." But by an AK47? On a safe, beautiful and loving school campus?
Deedsclosure: Pray for families facing tragedies. Whether you know them or not, pray for them. Say their names out loud. The Regan family. The family of Shane Schumerth. The names you see in the obituaries each morning. Say their names. Think on each one. Pray.
His Deed/The Day: Numbness. Disbelief. A recently fired Spanish teacher at Episcopal School of Jacksonville returned to the campus today at 1:30 and killed the head of school, Dale Regan. All I can think is, "what the hell kind of deed is that, God? Why did this happen? Where are you now? Why weren't you there?" I keep trying to be thankful that no children were injured and that so many were protected. But there is so much fear. There are so many questions.
Who knows what the shooter planned to do, and how his dismissal might have saved others. I just can't believe this happened here — in our backyard. This is supposed to happen other places. Not here. Not near my kids and their friends. Not to people the community respects.
I don't know what to say today's deed was. After complimenting the Subway sandwich girl's blinged out open earring holes and agreeing to up Marley's museum purchase to an even $8 for a 77-cent donation, the day has been — a blur. We were on a nice field trip to Gainesville, then — a blur. A blur of listening, holding my hand over my mouth, listening, drifting, imagining others, crying, trying to figure, shaking my head, listening, hugging, more crying. A blur.
I'm looking back at today's scripture standout, chilling. We are "only a breath." Today's events surely are a reminder of that. "Heaven and earth will pass away." But by an AK47? On a safe, beautiful and loving school campus?
Deedsclosure: Pray for families facing tragedies. Whether you know them or not, pray for them. Say their names out loud. The Regan family. The family of Shane Schumerth. The names you see in the obituaries each morning. Say their names. Think on each one. Pray.
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