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As you guys probably know, a gunman entered a midnight showing of The Dark Knight Rises in Aurora, Colorado on Friday, July 20th. There were 12 people killed and 58 others who are injured.
I truthfully cannot believe that this happened. I understand that we live in a fallen world and are given the right to choose good or evil...but this? It's unfathomable. A movie theater is a place where one goes for entertainment, not to dodge bullets. These innocent people were sitting in a dark room watching a movie, and were ambushed with tear gas and bullets. I'm feeling a lot of emotions ranging from sadness to anger, but mostly I'm just ticked. What kind of person does this?!
My heart aches for all those involved in this tragedy and the only comfort I have is knowing that God is still on His throne. As a criminal justice student with a heart to fight injustice, these kinds of incidents really rock my world. I planned on writing a longer post and fully expressing the way I feel about this situation. Instead, I'd like to direct you guys to a blog that I read yesterday. It was written by a survivor of the attack and I adore what she has written. I hope you guys like it, too.
So you STILL think God is a merciful God?!
From: A Miniature Clay Pot
(Maybe, just maybe God spared my life because He loves YOU and wants you to hear this..He wants you to believe that He loved you so much He gave His only begotten Son that if you would believe in Him you would have eternal life.)
“So, you still believe in a merciful God?” Some of the comments online are genuinely inquisitive, others are contemptuous in nature. Regardless of the motive behind the question, I will respond the same way.
Yes, I do indeed.
Absolutely, positively, unequivocally.
Let’s get something straight: the theater shooting was an evil, horrendous act done by a man controlled by evil. God did not take a gun and pull the trigger in a crowded theater. He didn’t even suggest it. A man did.
In His sovereignty, God made man in His image with the ability to choose good and evil.
Unfortunately, sometimes man chooses evil.
I was there in theater 9 at midnight, straining to make out the words and trying to figure out the story line as The Dark Night Rises began. I’m not a big movie-goer. The HH and I prefer to watch movies in the comfort of our own home…where I can use subtitles and get a foot rub. I don’t like action movies. And I don’t like midnight showings. But, as I wrote in my last post, parents sometimes make sacrifices for their kiddos and I decided I would take my fourteen year old and sixteen year old daughters who were chomping at the bit to see this eagerly anticipated third movie in the Batman Trilogy. Twice I had the opportunity to back out and twice I was quite tempted. But something in me said just go with your girls. I did.
So I was there with them, fidgeting in my seat, some forty or fifty feet away from the man with the gun. It’s still a bit surreal, but I do know that when the seemingly endless shooting started, as my girls were struggling from whatever gas or chemical had been released, and we figured out what was happening, we hit the floor. I threw myself on top of my fourteen year old who was on the end of the row, straight up the aisle from the shooter. In that moment, as the rapid-fire shots continued, I truly thought I was going to die. And I realized that I was ready. I have put my faith and trust in Jesus Christ as the redeemer of my soul, and there wasn’t the slightest doubt that I would be received into heaven, not because of any good thing that I have done but because of His merciful nature and the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Still, as I lay over my daughter, I began praying out loud. I don’t even remember what I prayed, but I don’t imagine it really matters. I’m sure it was for protection and peace. It drew me closer into the presence of God. When there was a pause in the shooting, people began to clamor for the exits. The girls and I jumped up and joined the masses. We had to step over a lifeless body, not knowing where the shooter was. We raced to our car and I dumped my purse, frantically searching for keys, looking all around, prepared to hit the ground. I yelled at Michelle to call Matthew and find out if he had made it out of the theater next door. She did. He did. We booked on out of there.
Please head on over to Marie's blog to read the rest of this powerful post.