I first heard the news this morning at school. I was in an all day training workshop for new middle and high school teachers in our district, and we sat together in shock.
I cried when I got home.
I cried for those families whose children went to school this morning and will never return. There are no words. I cried for those kids who escaped. How will they be able to go back someday to the place where their classmates were killed? I cried because all those lives will never be the same. I cried because I hate that there is such evil in this world.
These words keep echoing in my head…
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Ephesians 6:12
This world is a broken place. A battleground. A man walks into a school and kills children.
There are dark days. Days like today. Evil seems so strong, but God will win the battle…
And the devil who deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are also; and they will be tormented day and night forever and ever. Revelation 20:10
The brokenness will end…
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth passed away, and there is no longer any sea…and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away. Revelation 21:1,4
So on days like these, when I cry over the evil and sorrow in this world, I cling to His promises. I find hope in the certainty that what He says is true.
I pray for the families impacted by today’s tragedy. I pray for this lost and hurting world. I pray that others will come to know the hope that I have. And I pray for strength until the day of His return.
He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming quickly.” Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus! Revelation 22:20