for these things, I weep

Lamentations 1:16  
For these things I weep;  my eyes flow with tears;
for a comforter is far from me; one to revive my spirit;
my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.

What Just Happened?
 
How?
How did it happen?
Bright. Handsome,  Twenty-two-years-old .
 Strong, stable, church-going family. . .
“Quiet” and “nice,”
A loner of sorts. . .
 No one would have called him evil.
Or violent. Or militant.
 
 But somehow, almost in secret
Veered down a dark, misguided path--
Quenching a once bright future. . .
 
. . . When murder entered his heart.
 
How?
How did the young assassin justify his crime?
A skilled marksman. A calculated master plan,
Every step.  Like clockwork.
Target down.
 
Not just one, but two lives  terminated.
Two families devastated.
 Murder demands an exorbitant toll.
 
Shockwaves slam the globe
And crush our counterfeit peace:
Anger.  Grief.  Despair.
 
Why?
What lures one to slay another?
Hate? Fear? A God-complex?
Deep, dark, deceit?
Demon-possession?
 
What plot rolled on repeat in his mind?
What imagined ‘good’ 
Would follow this atrocity?
 
Now.
A killer, locked away.
Guarded closely.
 Freedoms he  killed for--
   Lost—by his own action.
 
Now.
A martyr’s remains lie in a grave.
His spirit home free.
But his voice lives on and grows louder.
 
Beyond human understanding.
BUT. . . God.

But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
His mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him."
. . .It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.
​Lamentations 3: 21-26