Stuff just got real.

Yesterday I was talking with one of my friends, still getting over the shock of what happened at the mall, when she shared that her son’s high school went into lock down (which included evacuation and searches of all students) because a high-powered rifle and live ammunition had been discovered on campus. The story behind it was that one student brought it as a Christmas gift for another student. I’m going to let you marinate on how STUPID that sounds and is.

When I found out about what happened in Connecticut this morning, I was completely aghast. I’m still aghast. I have two children in elementary school. This morning I helped them get ready, walked them to their bus, told them to have a nice day, and gave them encouragement about their class work. Eighteen sets of ¬†folks probably did the same thing and something similar, but their kids are not coming home. How can something so painful and awful and evil and tragic be so senseless at the same time? Our children are in dire need of guidance and prayer. And more guidance.

Not that mall.

Tuesday, I was doing some work in the kitchen when the radio announced that the police had surrounded Clackamas Town Center, a mall south of Portland, which is not far from me. It’s not down the street or in the next town, but I’ve driven down the stretch of highway that passes that particular shopping center on many occasions. While I was putting dishes away and cleaning counters I was shocked and saddened to learn a ¬†young, armed man (clad in body armor and a hockey mask) walked into the mall and began to shoot. He hit three people. Two of them died. As bad as that was, it would have been worse, had his rifle not malfunctioned. One of my friends was considering a trip to the mall that day, right before the incident happened. Needless to say, I’m very thankful she decided against it.