“Behold, the dwelling of God is with men. He will dwell with them, and they shall be his people.”

Last week I came to the office early, disposed of some correspondence, returned a few telephone calls, and had time on my hands by ten thirty. The students were in exams so it was unusually quiet around here. I decided to escape, to take the rest of the afternoon off.

The warm April sun shone through the sun roof of my little Japanese bubble as I soared down 751, wind tousling my hair, sailing toward freedom, toward beauty, toward home, with fresh, new green leaves just adorning the trees, and all in bloom and lovely.

“How good life is!” I heard myself exclaim, “How good to be alive!”

And yet it was on that very same April day that a young child died from injuries sustained in last week's bombings…