Life is a Vapor

Another shooting.  Another gunman goes on a rampage and kills a bunch of people.  But this time it’s different.  This time the majority of victims are 6 and 7 years old.

At first I was desensitized to the horror of it all.  I kind of knew what was going on, but this was happening so far away, and I was busy.  Then, for some reason, I sat down and looked at NPR and they posted a list of the victims and their ages.

As I read the names and ages of the victims, it dawned on me that these were babies and the people that spent their lives loving babies.  My Micah is 6 years old and he a sweet, loving child.  On Thanksgiving he walked up to a random lady in the parking lot of our hotel, hugged her and wished her a happy Thanksgiving.  This lady had no idea who he was, but she hugged him back and holding back tears whispered, “Thank you little boy.”  Micah is the child that loves to hug me and kiss me.  There is not a spiteful bone in his body.  Why anyone would want to shoot someone else’s Micah is beyond me.

So many people think that we need to change the laws to prevent this from happening again. Crowds yell for stricter gun control.  People demand more security in the schools. But no matter how much you legislate safety, you cannot guarantee anyone another day. No matter how much you do to rationalize this situation, it doesn’t make sense.  You cannot make sense out of a mindless act.

“And I applied my heart to seek and to search out by wisdom all that is done under heaven. It is an unhappy business that God has given to the children of man to be busy with.” -Ecclesiastes 1:13, ESV.

One thing that I do know for sure is that the parents of those precious children woke up on Friday morning thinking that they had plenty of time to spend with their children.  I have thought to myself so many times that I will spend more time with my children after I get through this busy time.  But busy times never seem to end.  We can busy ourselves with changing the laws of this country to protect our children and still miss the time that we have been given to spend with them.

When my daughter was in first grade, her teacher was dealing with a tough situation surrounding an estranged spouse.  He kept coming to the school to talk to her.  The situation scared the administration enough that the whole school was fitted with a new security system and the teacher was fired.  My daughter could have easily been on a list of victims.  I didn’t even have any idea about the situation until the school year ended.  It would have been just as shocking to me as it was to those parents in Connecticut.

My point is that every day is precious.  We can spend all of our time trying to ensure our safety, or we can appreciate each day that we are given.  We can sit down and spend 5 minutes more talking to our friends, our spouses, our children.  We can turn off our phones when someone is trying to communicate with us.  It is not bad to pursue goals–I thrive on achieving goals–but we need to make sure that we make time to connect to those around us.  Because we don’t know what will happen tomorrow.  Being a Christian, I feel comfort in knowing that if something happens to my children that I will see them again.  Still, I want to enjoy this life with them as long as I can.

Don’t take your children, your spouses, your friends for granted.

“… you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.” -James 4:14

Charlotte Bacon, 6

Daniel Barden, 7

Rachel Davino, 29

Olivia Engel, 6

Josephine Gay, 7

Ana M Marquez-Greene, 6

Dylan Hockley, 6

Dawn Hochsprung, 47

Madeline F. Hsu, 6

Catherine V. Hubbard, 6

Chase Kowalski, 7

Jesse Lewis, 6

James Mattioli, 6

Grace McDonnell, 7

Anne Marie Murphy, 52

Emilie Parker, 6

Jack Pinto, 6

Noah Pozner, 6

Caroline Previdi, 6

Jessica Rekos, 6

Avielle Richman, 6

Lauren Rousseau, 30

Mary Sherlach, 56

Victoria Soto, 27

Benjamin Wheeler, 6

Allison N Wyatt, 6

 

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