My children are not yet in school, so when the news broke today of the tragedy in Connecticut, I was able to hug them. But when the time comes, they will attend public schools.
I am a Christian. I was home schooled most of my life. I understand the impulse to protect our children. It's something I wrestle with everyday.
But I believe greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world. We have not been given a spirit of fear.
One of my children could be a victim of an unspeakable crime, no matter how or where they are educated. That terrifies me. But one of my children could also be the friend that sways a child on the edge toward the right. The friend that brings someone back from despair or gets help for someone in need. My children can be light.
When the darkness come, as it always has and always will, do not simply rage against it. Become light. Strive to do good. Reach out to the hurting world around you. Do not retreat from the world because it is broken. This is nothing new. Instead, find ways YOU can bind up the broken parts.