It’s hard to know what to say, think, and feel after yet another horrific news cycle in which innocents are gunned down in cold blood. But here we are again, this time at an elementary school in Uvalde, Texas, west of San Antonio. Parents who dropped their kids off at school as part of a routine that millions of us repeat every day are now dealing with unexpected and unimaginable horror.
The precious and innocent blood spilled so unnecessarily on those classroom floors understandably drives us to rage. Death, Scripture says, is the final foe, the work of the enemy. Jesus, peering at the corpse of his beloved friend Lazarus both wept and inwardly seethed (John 11). Ultimately, the shooting in Uvalde is the wicked handiwork of the one Jesus called a “murderer from the beginning.” As a parent of four children, I can hardly even process the news.