The last day of Jr. High Girls camp - while we were cleaning and packing, hugging and laughing - 600 youth were gathered for their own youth camp in Norway. An attack had been made on the capital city, so when a police officer arrived at the camp, everyone gathered around to check in and find out what was happening. But that man was not a police officer. He was an evil man in a suit, pretending to be safe. He pulled out guns and ammunition, and fired on the camp. 68 people were killed.
When I came home and heard the stories, I was devastated. What about my girls? Are they safe in this world? I always think that camp is safer than home; camp is where our youth go to feel protected in God's arms and spend a week (or longer) in the presence of the all-loving God. But these kids were at camp. Did their parents think they were sending them to a safe place? Of course. Those are 60+ devastated families who thought their children were safe at camp. I always feel safer at camp.
So what do we do when presented with this horror? I wasn't sure at first. I didn't know how to feel: relieved that it wasn't my camp; afraid; angry; upset; sadness for the families; happy to be in my own home; confused; frustrated because I can't do anything. What I've decided is that I need to pray. I'm praying for peace for the families, and peace for the world, and peace for the troubled spirit that caused all this destruction. Please join me in my prayer for peace!
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