When God looks down and sees dozens of people shot dead in a nightclub he cries, bitterly weeps. He doesn’t dwell on their lifestyle, he doesn’t reason away their deaths, he weeps and regrets the loss his children have inflicted on one another.
God knows what it feels like to have your family slaughtered, your love ones taken from you. Two thousand years ago he sent his son with a message of love and hope, but his child was killed, slaughtered, by an impassioned crowd. In the present day a terrified crowd is slaughtered by a maniac, and his actions …