Tragic news stories are hard when I can't find any connection between myself and anyone in the stories. When the degrees of seperation get smaller, the stories cause more wrenching in my gut, and heart.
Today was one of those days. I was supposed to meet a worship leader who works with me for lunch today. He called to cancel because on of his best friends, and former roomates had their house broken into this morning.
The burglar shot the wife of the house in the chest, killing her, and the husband in the leg.
I can't get it out of my head. The situation is far too close to ignore, and I don't even know the people involved, just one of their close friends.
Monday, April 26, 2010
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