Three young men died when they shielded their girlfriends from the bullets.
One girl refused to leave her best friend’s side after she was shot in the neck and kept her from bleeding to death.
Another girl, shot through the head, is making what her pastor called a “miracle” recovery; it so happened that she was born with an anomaly in her brain that kept the bullet from doing much brain damage.
Stories of heroes and courage and hope always surround a tragedy. To me, they are God’s way of whispering, “I am still here. Even in this, I am with you.”
I’m not one to blame God for tragedy or even say tragedies are part of “God’s plan.” Disasters are part of living on Earth.
“Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free-wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself,” C.S. Lewis wrote in his book, “The Problem of Pain.”
There will always be heartbreaking things that happen in this world, and we will always wonder why God allows them. In the end, you either trust a good, mysterious God is at work in an evil world and will work everything out, or you don’t.
But even in the face of disaster, love always manages to shine through. People risked their lives for each other, and those are the stories that will get told over and over.