SMITCHing

I don't know if we need more gun laws or not. I don't know if the horribly distrubed VT killer should've been stopped by psychologists, psychiatrists, or school administrators. I don't know if the police could have done a better job. I don't know if there's any comfort in the constant stream of recriminations, especially for the families who've lost their loved ones. I don't know if my own life is safe from such a cold and capricious touch. I don't know how to explain evil to someone. I don't know why others seem so sure of their answers to the difficult questions that always follow such a tragedy. I do know that what happened Monday was horrible. I do know that it makes me want to pray more earnestly. I do know that God is good, even though life sometimes isn't. These are among the things I am sure of. It's a short list, but an important one.

Easter is a big deal for Christians. But it's also a big deal with those that don't share the faith. It's that charming weekend (in some cases, long weekend) that kicks off Spring with lot's of chocolate and squealing kids. It's a commercial holiday that displays an overindulgence and self-satisfaction second only to Christmas. How did we ever get here? Easter's like the Superbowl for Christians. It's the big game to end all games. Jesus goes toe-to-toe with death and kicks the Grim Reaper's butt. Let's see a chocolate bunny do that. Couldn't happen. Those bunnies are empty.