Deliver us from evil

My thoughts and prayers are with all the victims and their families in today's horrible tragedy.
I was transferring my text books from my locker into my school bag when a fellow student burst into the sixth-form common room.

“You,” she said, with eyes full of fire and fury, “you’re a Christian. Where was God when this happened?”

She indicated the headline on the newspaper. Sixteen children and one adult had been shot dead in a primary school in Dunblane, a small town in Scotland.

I don’t know what I said in response. But I do know that her impotent rage had transferred to me. Over the next few weeks and months I pondered that question. Where is God in the suffering? I was confused and angry.



On Friday, I heard about the Newtown, Connecticut shooting via Twitter.


This time I was not confused and angry. I read the stories and wept. I just couldn’t stop crying. I kept thinking of the parents, the terrified children, the bewildered teachers, the blood in the corridor, the unopened Christmas presents, the helplessness. I had no words, just tears.


Meanwhile, the words were pouring out on Twitter and Facebook. Words of heroism telling the stories of teachers who died whilst hiding children in a closet, teachers who shielded children with their own body. Words of outrage and calls for reform of gunlaws. Words of judgements of God. Words of investigation, and trying to understand, pronouncing the gunman crazy, calling for all who are mentally ill to be put on a list ‘like a sex offenders register‘. Words of anger at the allegation that all mentally ill are potential murderers.


Some of the words overpowered me and sickened me, others like Sarah Bessey’s lament, Lore Ferguson’s reflections on Christ, Ed Cyzewski’s advice to avoid Facebook and Danny Webster’s thoughts on silence I found healing.


I had no words. I wanted to stand alongside those who were mourning in silence and sorrow. Like Obama predicted, I held my boy a little more tightly that night. I cried as we prayed the Lord’s prayer together, and he explained to God that Mummy was upset because of a nasty man.




The two shootings affected me deeply, emotionally. But there was something different this time.


I studied my Twitter timeline, considering the various reactions as expressions of grief. There was denial and disbelief: ‘how could something like this happen here, in this safe town?’ The same words had been said about Dunblane. There was anger: people calling for gun law reform, people arguing against gun law reform. There was depression, sorrow – and relief and guilt that it wasn’t us, it wasn’t our children.


But it struck me that there was an undercurrent of another emotion. I pondered society’s all-consuming desire to understand what had motivated the killer, to label him as mentally ill, to pronounce on the cause and the cure. We want to understand so we can stop it ever happening again. We want to fix it. And as I held my boy tightly, I realised I was feeling something I hadn’t done with Dunblane: fear.


And that’s because I am a parent now.  I want to believe I can protect my child from sickness: we get him immunised.  I want to believe I can protect him from traffic accidents: we fasten his seatbelt, we teach him the Green Cross Code. I want to believe I can protect him from people who would harm him: we research the best nurseries and schools who will have a rigorous Child Protection policy.


But how can you protect a child from this? Guns are a definite factor, but they are not the whole story.


It is deeper. It is that sinister, mocking face that comes to us in our nightmares, that in daylight, in our middle-class circles, we like to pretend we have conquered. We believe it happens in movies and to other people, but not to us; we have built our fences and it cannot touch us.


It is that dark thread running through the world and in each of us: it is evil. How can you protect a child from evil?


I hold my boy tightly to me, and say these words with renewed conviction as we recite the Lord’s prayer,
“Deliver us from evil.”



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17 Responses to Deliver us from evil

  1. Donna 30th December, 2012 at 4:03 am #

    I was the same… just heartbroken for the families of those who have died. And thinking of the children – the ones who died, and the ones who didn’t, but have been through such trauma. And then Christmas, on top of it all! I just couldn’t feel happy this Christmas. Every time I started to feel that excitement and joy that I usually associate with Christmas I would remember all the people that I know of in so many different painful situations, and the happy emotions would deflate like a popped balloon.
    I pray for my family’s safety every day… but I know that it’s probable that at least some of the children who were killed had parents who prayed for their safety that day too.
    I don’t know why ghastly things like this happen, when God has His eye even on the sparrow. I DON’T KNOW WHY! I wish I did. For my children’s sake, I wish I did. But… I don’t. None of us do.
    I still pray every day for protection and safety for the ones I love, and when the ‘what if’s’ hit me I refuse to go there. I will pray for protection because that’s something I can do, and for the rest I will trust God for the grace to deal with whatever He allows.
    Bless you Tanya, for your thoughtful and heart-honest words.

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