Sandy Hook Elementry School
Friday was a sad day. We learned about the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School after our regular Friday post. Instantly upon getting the news alerts, Cassie, myself, and many others here at Team Grace were brought to tears as we watched the horrific images come through from Newtown, Connecticut. As a Christian company, our prayers are with the families and friends of the victims. As a mother, I can’t help but grieve as only a parent would. As a Christian myself, all I could say on Friday was, “No, Lord, not the little ones.”
In times like these it is natural for people to search for some understanding…for some clarity…to ask why. Why did this happen? How do you make sense of something so senseless? When my son and I talked about this over the weekend, I told him there is no way to understand something so horrible. It defies logic. And as to the question of why, well, the only words I could offer him were these: We live in a fallen world. That’s it. We have a hurt, broken, infected world and as a result, sometimes, horrible things happen to good, innocent people. That’s the only answer I know to give to anyone who is struggling with “why”, yet, even as I gave the answer, I knew how little comfort it offered.
There were many times this weekend that I became emotional while reading a news story about the events on Friday. The faces of the sweet, little children that were taken on Friday filled my wall on Facebook. I thought about their parents a lot. How does one cope with something so awful?
I saw a poem written by Cameo Smith, from Mt. Wolf, PA. When I read this it was my hope and prayer that the image this poem conveys offers some comfort to the parents of these children. My God be with them as they grieve.
A Poem for Sandy Hook Elementary School
Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
Their smiles were contagious; their laughter filled the air.
They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
They were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.
They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
“Where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse,
“This is heaven,” declared a small boy. “We’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, and the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
And in that moment was joy that only heaven can bring;
those children all flew into the arms of their King.
And as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
And as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
Then He looked down on earth,the world far below,
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe.
Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
“May this country be delivered from the hands of fools”
“I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”
Then He and the children stood up without a sound.
“Come now my children. Let me show you around.”
Excitement filled the space; some skipped and some ran;
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
“In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”
Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA
In God We Trust,