Horror and My Selfishness.

It's unfathomable how many hearts are touched and grieved by such a horror.  Those factory workers...that's a purchase order no casket-makers should have to fill.

A week, a month, a year from now, how will I be changed?  Will I speak kinder words to my spouse, to our incorrigible two-year-old?  Will I send prayers and prioritize my finances to aid people who can make a difference in young lives. Lives whose innocence has been shattered by sex-trafficking, porn and poverty?  Will I smile at the teen I pass on the sidewalk, instead of pretending they don't exist?  Will I spend more time caring about others than greedily writing stuff on my Christmas-wish-list?  Will I be the adult, the parent, guarding what my children watch on TV and standing more for pro-respect in their classroom, than anti...whatever.
Do I have the courage and foresight to speak about Jesus' love and sacrifice, praying those in my sphere of influence will receive the Power offered them?  Power to face today's gruesome tragedies, and those that are sure to present themselves throughout our lifetimes.
God forgive me for my complacency and fear.  Make Yourself known through Your people.  For Your glory.  And peace for the hearts of the hopeless, helpless and scarred.