Thank God I wasn't shot when other people got shot in that shooting. God is good all the time.

Regular reader Jude sent me this interesting article about a shooting on Danzig Street in Toronto. Or is it a neighborhood? I’m not clear.

Although, I can’t help but be excited that there’s a Danzig Street in Toronto. But this story is hardly anything to be excited about.

The facts: there was a shooting. This neighborhood where the shooting happened creates fear in its neighbors. Two people died. The police used Twitter to raise awareness and spread news about the horrible event.

Go read the article here. It republished the tweets associated with the event.

At first, the tweets come from Sgt. Tim Burrows, who is in charge of social media for the Toronto Police. But after a while, community members get in on the action.

At one point, there’s this tweet:

If there’s one thing that’s consistent about belief, it’s this perpetual, egocentric idea that if you — as in you, not the victims of a heinous crime or accident — are kept safe, than God equals love, protection and safety.

It’s wildly ironic. It’s crazily dissonant.

If you were the family of the deceased, where is god’s greatness? How quick would you forget greatness at that point? Is it that he took your loved one to be with him, while you suffer?

I know, I know. God’s ways aren’t our ways. He’s mysterious.

We’ll have to ask him why he did such puzzling things when we get to heaven.

Or … he’s not there. He’s an illusion. He’s a figment. He’s made up, and there’s no more chance that you wouldn’t be there than the person who was … was.

Thanks, Jude!

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