I join those of you searching for answers, and find a degree of refuge in a Psalmist's prayer penned thousands of years ago. We forget that our generation is not the first to wrestle with exhausting contradictions between righteousness and evil. Read with me, and find solace.
Psalm 55 (select verses)
"Listen to my prayer, O God, do not ignore my plea; hear me and answer me.
Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.
I would flee far away and stay in the desert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm"
Apparently I'm not alone in my desire to run and hide while clamping my hands over my ears muttering, "not listening...not listening..."; it's an age-old characteristic of humanity. But then I see how swiftly the author turns his focus at this point and becomes an active participant defending truth and abhorring evil; he is no longer a bystander, but has now entered the battle and pleads with the Lord for justice:
"But as for me, I trust in you."
This stark reality brings me crashing to my knees. I am truly helpless apart from His overarching omnipotence. And I can only utter, "God have mercy on our city streets. Evil seems to abound for this brief season, but I trust in you."