On March 5, 2005 I was nowhere near where I wanted to be. Sure, I happened to be visiting Lani Land for the second time ever on a men's fellowship/retreat with FCA, and I spent much of the time praying and playing broomball (as well as recording "Ironic Oblivions" with a motley crew of musicians back at Olaf later that evening). I even tore a hole in the bottom of one of my shoes (yup, smack-dab in the meat of the material) while playing broomball.
But also on the day before this blog was born, a funeral was held at St. Luke's Church in Evanston for Mr. Lefkow, whose death was incurred in a fashion not too different from five other people just yesterday. I felt like I needed to be 400 or so miles southeast of where I was, and the day was full of mourning.
I know, it's kind of weird to talk about the day before March 6, 2005 in this fashion, but I know that there are some people (displaced as they are) who feel they should be "there" for the victims' family and friends. All I know is, unlike Virginia Tech, I've actually been to NIU. I went out there with my dad one day, back when he used to teach a few lessons in De Kalb. And given these recent events it's hit me that the VT event was sadly not a blip on the otherwise peaceful college campus radar.
I'm not at all worried that it might happen at Olaf anytime soon. But at the same time the increase of the frequency of these events does scare me a bit. And I'd sure hate to have to be in a similar position as I was on the day before this blog's birth date should the unthinkable happen.
Eh, trust in God, I guess, so that these things stop. Especially since the nature of this latest event is totally mind-blowing.
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