as a heathen and athiest, I presume it would be callous of me to ask where their God was when these little girls were shot dead.

I went to the funeral of the 2-year old child of a friend in England. The child had died through a freak mishap. The vicar's "words of comfort" were that he didn't know why it had happened, but we could be sure Jesus was holding the little boy's hand "every step of the way" as he died. I actually felt quite sick at this concept.