Insensitive

Sometimes I can't decide if I'm insensitive or just vigorously guard my heart.

I don't want to enter the discussion on the shootings in Oregon and Connecticut.  Which means this post is about them, of course, but only to say that I don't want to know more.  I desire nothing more--than to hear nothing more--about it, unless it is one of the stories of the brave and selfless teachers.  I've discovered that the more you look, the less you will find.  We know where and when and even what happened.  The press may have already released the name of 'who' did it, but I don't want to know more about that man.

Why would you want to?

We have a sick sense of curiosity, we love to know more about things that make us depressed and hardens our hearts.  People can't seem to understand why things like this happen.  Satan is the who and the why; he weaseled himself into someone's heart and whispered lies there, which were likely compounded my his dark angels, malicious spirits, and possibly even some of his beings who wear the guise of 'christian.'  Yet God will fool the wisdom of the wise, as he does with any personal sickness, sin, or struggle.  The anguish caused by a deep wound such as this is similar to the pain a divorce, alcoholism, or gluttony can inflict on an individual's soul.  Often, only in these moments do we come to realize our deep need for a savior and a healer.  Then our scars remind us that he healed us, who we are now, and who we can be if we continue in him. God will use this for his glory in the end.  Stop feeding your curiosity.  Stop discussing every new development with everyone you know.  And start praying about it.