I'm not sure I absorbed what she was saying so I reassured her and told her I would call her back as soon as I got home. I hung up and immediately called her back to go upstairs and be sure all the windows and doors were locked.
Elisabeth is not an innocent or naive girl. Spending her high school years in China opened her eyes to the brokenness that is in the world. But this was different.
So what do you do when your daughter calls to say she is hiding in the basement because of a shooter?
Well, you freeze a little. You try to pray but you can't.
You go home and turn on the news and check the internet to find out that someone had entered a building and shot students at SPU. You are horrified.
You call grandparents so that they will not see this news on the internet.
You call your daughter back. You text. You sit frozen to any screen that can give you information. You know that you are among over 4,000 parents who are doing this.
You hear that one of the shooting victims has died and wonder how they could announce this and were the parents even there yet. You feel overwhelming grief for this young person who has lost their life.
You hear of heroism and courage. Of weeping and grief. Of fear.
You are amazed at how quickly SPU shut the campus down and are thankful, oh so thankful. You feel sad as your remember that these heightened precautions are because of the loss of life at Virginia Tech a few years ago.
The next day, when you go to work, someone comments how sad it would be if someone makes this out to be about guns. You look at her and say "I am one of those people" and you are not even afraid to speak out. Because it is about guns and mental illness and many, many things. But let's not say it isn't about guns. Let's stop saying this.
You watch the service of prayer and lament and you weep as you listen.
You hear a woman with a shaking voice pray this prayer of grace and courage.