Dear friends, my thoughts today will be short. There was an active shooter in our town last night. The people in our home are safe. Tim was home by five, and the shooting didn’t start until later. I stayed awake for the first two hours, glued to the internet, refreshing, refreshing, hoping the shooter would be found. I went to bed with helicopters overhead and a candle on my altar, which I had lit an hour before college students were shot on campus. I haven’t lit this candle in months but had a gentle urge to dig it out and light it after dinner. It is a vigil candle; it burned all night.
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