On Sunday, a student at my former college, Mid-Atlantic Christian University, was shot and killed in the dormitory. As yet, there’s not much information available other than the assumption the two were having an argument that, somehow, ended in the one of them being mortally wounded. This is a school of fewer than 200 students. And, it’s a Christian school. What’s going on? I’m extremely puzzled. I can’t seem to read any account of the event that would help me to make any sense of it all. There are a few speculations, but even if those speculations were to be true, I still lack the answers necessary to make sense of the situation. So, a man is dead and this man is clueless.
It’s strange to think of being connected to a place where this occurred. 9 years ago, I was living on the campus. 9 years ago, I was walking the school grounds, attending classes, helping people with computer problems, building some friendships, and occasionally doing some homework. This place that was such an important part of my life now hosts this horrific event. Even though I wasn’t there long and haven’t been there in nearly a decade, there’s still the element of connection. Not sure what to do with the emotions attached.
I want to say all the cliché phrases, but I don’t much go for clichés anymore. Instead I’ll only say that this event is terrible. All the things I hope for in this case are irrelevant, as it’s not me who’s suffering. It isn’t my questions that are important. But, I can’t help myself from having hopes or asking the questions.
Life continues another day. The sun set on Sunday, rose and set on Monday, and has risen again today. The world continues to turn and I’m still in Paris with my own hopes and questions to deal with.
