When I parked the minivan in the church lot, it still sounded like the type of horror we have had no choice but to become stoic about: 20 dead in a bar, as many more wounded, a dead shooter and a thicket of questions. By the time I returned it had become something different.
mass shooting
On Sunday I attended a worship service at which the air was heavy with a sense of loss. But I saw the church being the church at its best.