It's not really a 'musing' as such, more of a reflection... a 17 year old I have never met, who attended Evanston Township High School, would have been a senior in the Fall, and was probably known to my children, Darryl "Shannon" Pickett, was shot to death not even a block away from the school, in broad daylight on Thursday afternoon at about 1.40pm. OK, it happened in an alley; OK there had been an 'altercation' - but, so what! It is so senseless. This star football player has had his life taken away from him in its prime, and the guy who fired the shot, just destroyed his own. Apparently Shannon was defending his brother.
It is just so sad. My 'musing' on the subject is that maybe, just maybe, had guns not been involved... and there had been an altercation... maybe there would have been cuts and bruises - OK broken limbs maybe... but maybe, just maybe, Shannon would not have lost his life, and the other guy, the one who fired the shots would not be in fear for his own. What does the future hold for him?
There must be more than this! I cry out to God - for as the Psalmist says - that's where my hope comes from. But what of Shannon's family? his neighbors? the kids at the High School who pass that alley daily? the guys who played on the football team with him? even the guy on the run? where does their hope come from? My prayer is that this death would not have been in vain; that action will be taken in the community and in the city to make sure of that. How? I really don't know, but I'm praying to One who does...
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