Ill winds mark it's fearsome flight,
And autumn branches creak with fright.
The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,
When something wicked this way comes...
We all think we can recognize the face of evil.
We think he’ll be draped in velvety blackness with horns peaking out of his head and eyes that would pierce your heart. We’re convinced that evil could never infiltrate our lives without our knowledge. Never, ever.
We’re dead wrong.
Evil is a tricky bastard, concealing himself with a disguise that even those with the purest of hearts wouldn't recognize. And even when we catch a faint glimpse of evil from behind its mask, we convince ourselves that surely we were wrong. We hope for all that is good, and expect that others feel in their hearts what we surely feel in ours.
Because we don’t want to believe: we don’t ever, ever want to believe in evil.
But it’s here.
Evil is always, always here.
It hides among us in the most unimaginable places and performs equally unimaginable deeds, all while we are carrying on our own business.
The most horrific acts can cripple a person and a family. But today the horrific acts of one man crippled not only the innocent victims of his evil and their families; but the lives of many, many others of their community, university and across the nation.
There are no words.
There are no words that excuse the actions of an evil man.
And there are no words that excuse the inaction of men who ignore evil.
I’m pretty sure that’s all I can muster right about now.
Let us pray.
(Keep your eyes open, my friends, because when something wicked this way comes - you’ll never see it coming.)