Making Sense of Senseless
It’s
so heartbreaking.
“Twenty
schoolchildren [between 5 to 10 years old] were slaughtered by a heavily armed gunman who opened fire at a
suburban elementary school in Connecticut on Friday [December 14, 2012], ultimately killing at least 27 people
including himself in the one of the worst mass shootings in U.S. history.”
(Source: Reuters)
From Yahoo! News |
US President Barack Obama cried while addressing the nation. “They had their entire lives ahead of
them—birthdays, graduations, weddings, kids of their own. Among the fallen were
also teachers, men and women who devoted their lives to helping children
fulfill their dreams... I react not as a president, but as anyone else would --
as a parent.” (The Atlantic Wire)
From The Atlantic Wire |
Then, on my Twitter feed, I saw the latest body count wrought
by Typhoon Pablo according to the National Disaster Risk Reduction and
Management Council (NDRRMC). “The death
toll from typhoon ‘Pablo’ (international codename ‘Bopha’) has reached 955,
with 841 still missing,… NDRRMC Executive Director Benito Ramos… fears that the
number of missing victims in typhoon-hit areas in Mindanao would still add to
the total number of casualties.” (http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/)
From ABS-CBN News |
I’m at a
loss with words. I could not even imagine the overwhelming grief the people in
Newton and in Southern Mindanao are experiencing right now. I’m even afraid that
the coming Christmas would drive sorrow deeper in their hearts. I would not
even dare to explain why it happened. I would not try at all to second-guess
God’s purpose in all of these. No words would soothe the hurt. It would not
ease the pain. I keep on repeating in my heart the song, “God is too wise to be mistaken. God
is too good to be unkind. So when you don’t understand, when you don’t see His
plan, when you can't trace His hand, trust His heart.” (From “Trust His Heart” by Bobbie Mason) But,
to be candid, I could not make sense of these seemingly senseless deaths. Yes,
I don’t understand. I don’t see His plan. I can’t trace His hand. And I really struggle
in trusting God’s heart at the moment. I believe though He is not condemning us
for feeling that way. He created us with beating, bleeding hearts. I recall the
words Philip Yancey wrote in one of his books, “Where is God when it hurts? He is in you, the one hurting, not in it,
the thing that hurts.”
Somehow,
I feel that God feels our hearts. He has a heart, too.