I Don't Know

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.

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