The Horror Of The Connecticut Massacre

It’s going to take some courage that I’m pretty sure I don’t have for my daughters and sons-in-law to take my precious grandchildren to school Monday morning. Of course I rationally understand the odds of this happening to one of my beloved grandchildren are miniscule… but then those odds didn’t prevent it, did they?

Which brings up the question of can this sort of thing be prevented? I, regrettably, must answer “No”.

Of course we all think of things that could have been done — but, if we are honest, we can also think of numerous reasons why those things weren’t done. Some of those reasons are very good ones.

I would like so very much to blame some universal something or some ‘type’ of human for this — but what good does that do? Should we confine every autistic individual or every schizophrenic, or… any other type of individual that we can label? Should you or I be responsible for identifying those individuals among us who are capable of this sort of violence? More importantly, can we?

2 thoughts on “The Horror Of The Connecticut Massacre

  1. The man who did this was once a little first grader. He leaves behind a brother who surely must be suffering in ways we cannot even imagine. The odds are that at least one of those children he murdered had previously lost a sibling to the legal murder of abortion. On the same day, Dec 14th, there were, statistically, two thousand one hundred other children murdered in the USA at the whim of their mothers, without their fathers’ consent, by “a woman’s right” to have an abortion.

    I think maturity brings with it the kind of understanding you have, in knowing that we cannot protect against all horrors without creating more, worse ones. We can only try to become more loving, more merciful. For me, I can live in such a world because I know our Good Father God will overcome the evil in the fullness of time, and will redeem – make even better than it would have been before – all this pain and heartbreak. I don’t pretend to understand, but without that certainty I could not live.

    May God bless your grandchildren and mine and keep them safe and give them happy, whole, and healthy lives with people who love them.

  2. One of the most difficult things to remember about random acts of brutal violence like this is that they are, by definition, random. We can’t truly prevent random things; all we can do is try to minimize them. Were there signs this would happen? Possibly, but it sounds as if only his mother was in a position to know how close he was to exploding, and how horribly so. Maybe that’s why she was his first victim. Or maybe even she didn’t see it coming? Either way, I think the best we can do is to raise our children to be loving and kind, and to keep our eyes and hearts open to reach out to those children who aren’t being raised that way.

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