Matthew 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

It is a terrible condition man is in. It is terrible, what man will do to man. It is terrible, what we are capable of in the bad sense of the word. One man killing so many. Terrible. There seems to be no comfort, no words to be found. No way to express the feelings stuffed up.

And there is greater danger. Danger is in scorn, in anger, in judgement. Who will comfort us then? Who can we look up to then? 

Maybe we should be thankful instead. Thankful this doesn't happen more often. Thankful to know there is a peaceful place waiting for the faithful. Thankful to be kept out of touch with what festers in the soul.  Thankful to be in the hand of a God, who has the all rights on our lives. Even to take them as he pleases. The comfort lies in humbly bowing to God.

I so wish I could give thoughts of comfort, figuring my own horror if it was my friend or son, hurt or killed. Please bow with me in prayer. Let this not be a temptation to sin on our part. Please. Resist the temptation to hurl all your anger, hurt, brokenness on this one act of open lostness. Pray. I will pray too.