“When Herod realized that he had been outwitted by the Magi, he was furious, and he gave orders to kill all the boys in Bethlehem and its vicinity who were two years old and under, in accordance with the time he had learned from the Magi. Then what was said through the prophet Jeremiah was fulfilled:
‘A voice is heard in Ramah,
weeping and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children
and refusing to be comforted,
because they are no more.’”
(Matthew 2:16–18, NIV)
It is a genuinely ill wind that blows no one any good, or so the saying goes. But there are tragedies, atrocities, that we simply cannot countenance, in which we see no hope at all. The African slave trade. The death camps of World War II. The mass exterminations under Pol Pot. This is not even to mention the tidal waves of personal tragedy that strike.