It's a God Thing....

So I just got home from MBSF (Missionary Baptist Student Fellowship)...No I am not a Missionary Baptist...I am technically Cumberland Presbyterian but I prefer the term Christian...anyway, I go to a Ladies Bible Study there on Tuesday and then try to make it to the regular service on Thursday night (sometimes homework gets in the way)...
Anyway, tonight as we talked about the tragic events of this past week, I realized that while nearly everyone remembers to pray for the victims' families, nearly no one says anything about praying for the shooters and their families? Today, I learned the truth, the WHOLE truth, and nothing but the truth regarding the story behind the shooting that took 2 students' lives. The truth that you won't read in the paper or on the internet but the real truth as told by police and the resident assistant (RA) that was there and lived through it. As I sit here and write, I just feel compelled to pray for the shooters and their families. I want to know what happened that made them feel they had a "right" to do this. I don't mean that cynical...they obviously had a reason..while I know (but don't understand) the initial reason for coming to UCA on Sunday night, I will NEVER understand why they chose to take the lives of innocent people who were in no way their targets. Ryan and Chavares didn't do anything wrong that night...they really were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I have always felt safe at UCA...I have walked through campus alone after dark..home from the library or the a late night run to the student center...At some point I have walked in the exact same places that those two men were killed...God was with me and I never worried about something bad happening...I come from a community where no one locks their houses, their cars, and usually their purses are in their vehicles. I never once have not felt safe at home and now that UCA is my "home away from home", I have always felt safe and never really gave it a second thought...While I still don't feel unsafe, I am as my Mom put it "more aware" I suppose. I realize that no matter where you are, the world is never truly danger free and that death is inevitable...But what I also realize is that as long as I have God holding my hand leading me through life, it doesn't really matter where I go or what I do...I will ALWAYS be safe in his arms...and when death comes, while it may be sad for everyone around me, it won't be a sad day for me...it will a joyous one as I will finally get to sit on God's lap and be surrounded by angels and see family and friends that have passed on before me...
Kinda weird on the two tragic events in my life happening almost in the same week could make me feel more comforted than I was before they occured. Guess we'd just have to call that "a God thing."





