Friday left me angry, scared

What do you say in a moment like this?

You feel angry at first, then you want to know why, but most

of all you feel scared. Scared to even send your children to school.

What happened on Friday cannot be explained; we will

probably never know why that man (whom I don’t think deserves to have his name

in the paper or on television) shot innocent people.

What we do know is that 20 children will not be trying to

catch a glimpse of Santa Claus this Christmas, 20 children will never know what

it feels like to graduate, 20 children won’t get to go to their prom, 20

children will never get married one day, 20 children will not be able to sneak

out of bed to stay up late, 20 children won’t know what it feels like to be

accepted to college, 20 children won’t know what it feels like to turn 21 with

their friends, 20 children will never have children of their own, but most of

all  20 children will never know

how they made all of us realize that we take life for granted.

Life is scary; though we think it will never happen here or

to us, those people at Sandy Hook Elementary didn’t think so either.

I have read so many news stories about the shooting over the

weekend, but one sticks in my mind. It is the story about teacher Vicki Soto.

She apparently heard gunfire and hid her kids in a closet, then came face to

face with the shooter telling him her students were in the gym.

She was shot to death. She died protecting her students. I

pray that if the time ever came and my son needed someone to be brave for him,

his teacher would do the same.

In the wake of this tragedy, let’s pray for the families of

those who lost a child or a loved one. I don’t want to hear about gun control

or the guesses as to why the killer shot up an elementary school. The fact

remains it happened and those affected need prayer. Our country needs prayer

because a world where children are shot in their elementary classrooms is not

the kind of world I want to live in.

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