When Children Are Killed...Anywhere

I think it would be indecent to talk about anything today. I went to a church service early this evening, as I always do on Friday, and then watched the parade that opened the local Christmas market. Then I came home and turned on the TV. The news from Newtown, Connecticut, was there, horrific. According to the preliminary investigation, a very disturbed young man shot and killed his brother in New Jersey, then he drove an hour to Newtown and shot and killed his mother, a teacher in the Newtown elementary school. He then turned his gun on the young children in her classroom. All we know now is that about 30 people were killed, including the principal and an estimated 20 children between the ages of 5 and 10. I sat in front of the TV with tears running down my cheeks. President Obama spoke, brushing tears away and trying to control his voice. The whys and hows will be completely dissected in the days to come. For now, I simply ask a prayer for the children, both dead and alive, and for their families, and for the community, because real tragedy deserves silence and prayer....and reflection. And, while you pray, dear readers, a prayer and a tear for the children of Syria would be the decent thing, because babies of 1...2...3...and children of every age are being killed there every day.