As we drove North on 94 West, I saw an exit sign for the town: Oak Creek. That was a Holy Spirit moment: I knew that on the way back a week later, we could not just drive by. We had to stop to pray for the wounded and the dead; to leave a donation; and most of all, to send a message: You are not alone. We are standing with you.
Is evil over? Has science finally driven a stake through its dark heart? Or at least emptied the word of useful meaning, reduced the notion of a numinous non-material malevolent force to a glitch in a tangled cluster of neurons, the brain?
