How does one comprehend a massacre such as took place Friday at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Conn.?
We wonder that despite knowing we ought to be accustomed to this raw violence by now, as commonplace as it’s become. Just days ago came the shock of a twisted young man taking the lives of Christmas shoppers and then his own life in an Oregon shopping mall.
Friday’s assault, however, has a different feel, or perhaps it’s just fresher. Twenty of the 27 people killed were children… little kids. Sad doesn’t begin to describe their deaths. Tragic, too, is inadequate for something as horrific, as utterly insane, as an adult invading a school and taking deadly aim at young children.
What terror those children must have known — those who died and those who now will remember that day for the rest of their lives. What joy they should have been relishing in anticipating of Christmas vacation.
Details about the incident will continue to come out in the days to come; that’s another part of a ritual we’re all too familiar with. We’ll find out more about the killer and the chaos he unleashed. We’ll learn about heroes, including teachers and administrators who pulled students to safety. We’ll learn of memorials and families enduring immeasurable grief. And we’ll see images of adult victims and innocent girls and boys whose last day, and last moments, came too cruelly and too soon.
God bless each of them and all those who loved them. And please, God, help us learn to prevent further violation of innocent lives.