On my trip to Washington DC this past week, I visited Arlington Cemetery. I've been fortunate in the past two years to travel to DC fairly regularly, and I've seen all the monuments and memorials, but had not had the chance to visit this place of honor.
As I sit here relaxed in my favorite chair on a Saturday morning, 26 families in CT are grieving over the loss of their children and loved ones. Yesterday, a 20 year old kid walked into the kindergarten room and started shooting. Whenever something like this happens – people ask the inevitable questions – I know I did – and my daily Bible reading took me to Psalm 11.
