It’s late Monday night. The younger children are asleep, the older ones are quiet in their rooms. Throughout the evening I’ve been hearing random gunshots in our neighborhood. After hearing five different shots, I called it into the police. They said they would send someone to check things out. But, the gunshots have continued through the evening.
My highschoolers have been put on RED this week, doing virtual school instead of in-person school. Except, this time, it’s not for weather or covid, but because of a death. This past Friday, a sixteen year old boy was leaving our highschool and was struck by a stray bullet shot very close to the school. He did not survive.
One of my daughter’s teachers sent out a schedule for tomorrow and it is basically going to be grief counseling all day long.
Very recently my own daughter was walking home from school and had someone firing off a gun half a block behind her. And I’m crying in relief. It wasn’t my daughter that got hit by a stray bullet. And I’m angry. WHY ON EARTH are our kids having to deal with bullets on their way home from school!! And I wonder how on earth to make it stop. And I think about the anger and gut wrenching grief of this young man’s family. And I think about all the kids showing up to their online classes tomorrow, angry, mourning, scared it might be them the next time.
I am so angry. And I am weeping at the pain of losing a child so young.
And I want to know how on earth our family can be an agent of help in this community. It seems so impossible. The problems too big. Our influence too small.
My husband and I were driving in the countryside yesterday. We have always longed to live in the country. We talk about farms and cabins in the woods. We toss around ideas of how we could make it happen.
Yesterday, as we drove through the beautiful scenery, my husband asked, again, Why aren’t we living out here??
I didn’t answer right away, because we’ve had this conversation over and over again. But finally I spoke up.
Cause God put us in the city and for some reason he seems to want us to stay there.
Oh yeah. That’s why. We actually feel like God had a plan when we moved here. And we haven’t felt like it’s time to move on yet.
But, on days like today, nights like tonight, I feel a bit of despair.
Please pray for our high school as the kids come together for the first time tomorrow. Pray for safety for our children. Pray the family of this young man. And pray for change to come.