I don’t know how many of you read the national news (or international, for our overseas readers), but I’ve been keeping up with it for the past few days, because there was a tragic shooting that took place in Tucson, Arizona.
A man with mental problems and a gun walked out of a Safeway Grocery Store, walked over to the Congress on your Corner booth where Arizona Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords was talking to constituents, and shot her and nineteen others. Six of them died.
One was nine years old.
I’m sure if you’ve been keeping up with the story, you’ll know how horrible the aftereffects were. Three people tackled the shooter and managed to throw the gun out of his hands as he was reloading to take more lives. But the horror still settled on the scene, as screaming and weeping filled the grocery store and police and medical assistance flocked to help.
They saved most–but not all– of the victims.
The entire country is still feeling the impact. It’s been all over national news. Obama, Palin, and dozens of other politicians have issued statements. Prayer vigils are being held. There was a moment of silence across the country at nine this morning.
The shooter, killer, assasin– he’s being held in prison. Probably will never get out, even if he manages to avoid the death sentence.
The impact individually is shocking. The pain felt everywhere… It’s numbing. While not on the scale of 9/11, it still has a similar hurt attached. I’m not sure if its bringing people together or just showing us how fragile human life is, but there’s a lesson to be learned.
I still feel numb. While its being gradually explained, the loss will never go away. The chances of Congresswoman Giffords returning to office are slim– right now they’re just hoping she’ll gain the powers of speech.
On the other hand, it’s a time of prayer. There’s no way to glaze over the events, but God is present here and He will comfort those who ask for it. I plead that we would all offer support and prayers to the families and survivors of the tragedy.
Don’t distance yourself from this. I tend to do that as well, but this time around it really hit home. Let yourself be overcome with the suffering– and then ask God to take it away. Feel the pain and let it touch your heart. Please… There’s things that can be done. We can show love to the victims and those around them.
It could happen anywhere, anytime, to anyone. Next time it could be in your backyard– so don’t wait until then to let your heart break for them. I learned that the hard way.