Posted by on Dec 14, 2012 in Social Justice

There are no answers anymore.

The families. The guns. The amendment.

I watch as children crawl into their vans at the end of the school day and how their parents hug them tight, all arms just reaching for their own.

And some poor mother tonight won’t even reach out anymore because her arms would be empty and the Barbie doll left on the steps will never be played with again and none of this is okay.

None of it makes sense and I want to ban guns but someone always plays the contrary, tells me the line I’ve heard time and again: It’s not the gun that kills people; it’s the heart of the man holding the gun.

And I agree.

So it’s this flip-flop of questions and answers I’m tired of tonight. And my heart is overwhelmed with grief for these families so I bow my head over the steering wheel of my car and pray.

I pray for the families, for when the night is at its darkest, it is only God who can comfort their hearts.

And I pray for the nation, because I believe the highest form of respect we can give those hurting is asking the hard questions regarding what happened today.

And I just pray, all jumbled and tumbling out to the Father who saves and loves and knows… because the scriptures say, “We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.” ~Romans 8:26