This is a dark day. It is hard to think to be happy or excited for Christmas when there are nearly thirty people dead at the hands of one man. I see the little kids around me and think of my six year old friend E and cannot imagine the grief that others must feel now.
Let us sit and weep. For the brokenness of man, for the souls now departed and the ones left behind.
Emmanuel has come. But this world is still a dark, broken, scary place.
Show yourself, My God.
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