|My beautiful handmade Christmas nest created by|
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I’m sure that I am only one among many on this third Sunday in Advent to be pausing, for more than just a minute or two, to think about the heartbroken, devastated families of the women and children murdered inside Sandy Hook Elementary school, Connecticut on Friday morning.
The media is full of reports of the tragedy; I read in the Sunday Times this morning some incredible stories of bravery shown by the teachers whilst shielding their charges from the gunman.
They hid them in cupboards, closets and bathrooms.
Over the coming days more details will emerge about what happened to those beautiful six and seven year olds.
First graders who were expecting their parents to arrive at the classroom door very soon, to build gingerbread houses together.
But the only question on my mind right now is why, in the name of everything that is holy did the mother of murderer Adam Lanza who also died by his hand, feel the need to possess a semi-automatic assault rifle and keep it in her home?