The Evil that Happened in Aurora, Colorado (Part 1)

This is more than philosophical blog discussion for those who lost loved ones, brothers and sisters, children and friends.  It is written, "Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn."  So I mourn with the many who feel the indescribably deep hole in the their souls.

Having children, I dare not imagine such pain.  I literally hate to think of it or consider it.  But many no longer have this luxury.  There was a time when my children didn't exist.  Now their existence is so intertwined with mine that my family is an irreducible complexity.  Like a mouse trap that needs every part to be what it is, so it is when children are born.  My family is not my family without each and every member.

Hatred
Fear
Resentment
Deep and indescribable grief
Suffering
Loathing

These are glimpses of feelings, blended or pure in form, that I can only imagine I would feel if I lost one of my children...lost to a senseless and "unnecessary" evil, as if there is ever necessary evil that makes sense. 

This is where I'm going in my writing. 

But before I go there, I must go where my heart is.  My heart is broken for those who lost sons, daughters, sisters and brothers, friends and children.  I mourn with you, for what it is worth.  I pray that God comforts you in the ways that only He can.  And I pray that God places people in your life who say no more and no less than what you need to hear at the very moment of your deepest need; for those who will be there when you want a presence, and who will leave when you need their absence; that this delicate balance will be given by God and those sensitive to His Spirit...that you won't experience the patronization and simplification of the evil and loss you have undergone...the sometimes insensitive attempt to "bring something positive" out of your loss, or to "find some life lesson to learn;" may you not experience anything other than what you need...may those who truly understand your feelings be brought into your life...those who understand the blend of emotions beyond words, or that overflow in words.

God my Father, please hear my prayer.  Amen.