Where were you last Friday when you learned of the recent tragedy where twenty tender, beautiful lives were snuffed out? I will never forget.

I was six years old when President John F. Kennedy was shot, and I was eating Ritz crackers with my mother after school when the news came on about his death. Last Friday I was visiting with my daughters after Christmas shopping in Chicago. I will always remember the hole in my stomach as I watched the wailing parents of those tiny children. Please friends, pray for them. Even if you have never prayed before, start now.

Everyone in the U.S. asks, yet again, “Why does this type of tragedy happen?” Is it simply rank evil, the fault of underground or legal gun sellers? Could it be that drug use is rampant or perhaps that we in the medical community have done a poor job identifying and treating those with mental illness?

It may be all of these things, but I think that there is more going on here. I believe, that a shooting like we just witnessed in Newtown, occurs as a result of different elements coming together like a perfect storm.

If we review the…