There but for the Grace of... God?

I know.  I know.
Everyone has had something to say about the recent shooting of 26 people, 20 of them small children, in Connecticut.
But I cannot possibly have a blog in which I write about my thoughts on the daily goings on of my life and the world around me and not address such a tragic, life changing event.
Except that there really is nothing to say.

Often when horrible things happen, babies are born disabled, husbands are killed in car accidents, mothers are robbed at gunpoint, I think, there but for the grace of God go I.

But that statement, I realize, implies that "God" has chosen to save me and mine from tragedy.  This then means that He has chosen not to save others.  Why?  Because I am somehow meant to do something great, or my child is, and she needs me to raise her in a particular way that will allow her to do this wonderful thing in some bizarre Sarah Connor/ John Connor kind of fate or destiny?
That then means that the 20 children who died were not as important to God as the children who live long, healthy lives.

No.

That doesn't make any sense.

And that is the at the crux of all of this.

None of it makes any sense.  And it never will.  Whether or not you have faith in some higher power.

All I can do is hug my baby tighter, cry for the little ones whose mommies don't get to hold them anymore, and hope desperately that somehow, some way, they will get to see each other again.  That those mommies will get to feel their babies in their arms again, smell their hair, nuzzle their necks, kiss their noses.  Because without that hope, without even the slightest chance of a reunion, what hope for humanity at all?

Life is about love, about service to each other, about connecting, touching, feeling.  Without these things we are lost.

Many, many parents are lost out there right now, not just the parents who lost their babies on Friday, but parents all around the world who have lost their children to meaningless violence.

More than anything we as global citizens should come together to work toward an end to meaningless violence, to the destruction of children's innocence and the loss of such good, pure lives.

Think about this next time you walk past a group of laughing, playing, joyfully squealing children.
I know I will.