Even though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death

The tragedy in Connecticut doesn't make sense. People ask questions such as "How could this happen?" or "What was his motivation" or "Where did he get the guns?" and the questions are only met with shrugging shoulders, shaking heads and pale faces.

One thing people do seem to agree on is that this was an expression of evil. Or, should I say "Evil".

Evil is real. No one doubts that, especially after something like this. Children are dead. The killer looked them in the eyes before pulling the trigger. It is unthinkable. It is unimaginable. It is, Evil.

But, it still happened. Someone got out of bed, loaded some guns, drove to an elementary school, walked in the door and methodically went room-by-room shooting children and teachers.

Children, normally petrified by small scrapes and skinned knees, witnessed the blood of their friends spill out in pools before them as life left their bodies.

Unthinkable.

Unimaginable.

Evil.

Evil is real. The disease of Evil takes many forms, morphing from lust into jealousy into deception into hatred into idolatry into murder - and in it's most pure form: the killing of innocent children.

We often don't notice Evil until it's pure form shows its grotesque, repulsive face. Evil's "lesser" forms are so prevalent that we have become desensitized to the warning signs - we can no longer see or hear or perceive the Prince of Darkness drawing closer. Even worse, we pass blame onto gun control or mental illness or poor security at schools. Meanwhile, Evil is vindicated - roaming freely through our neighborhoods.

It is often said that Satan's greatest victory is convincing the world he doesn't exist. If we don't acknowledge the enemy's very existence, we are defenseless. It's like walking blindfolded onto the battlefield. Without the eyes to see, slaughter is inevitable.

But Evil does have a very big weak spot. 

Jesus.

Evil is no match for Jesus Christ, the Good Shepherd. The Prince of Peace.

Evil dreads His very name. The smallest hint of Jesus' presence sends Evil screaming.

And the prayers of those with His Spirit? Flaming arrows.

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." - Ephesians 6:12 

Tragedies like this don't make sense because it's unnatural - unearthly. We lack the language to describe it because it is beyond us - above us.

That is, unless we're looking up. 

Come, Lord Jesus.