I live in Iowa in a small town south of Des Moines of about 10,000 people. My wife grew up in an Iowa town of about 500 people that is an hour away from Brooklyn. She's a runner. She runs all the time. She ran growing up on her farm dirt roads. She runs today in town.
This story is just ... sad.
Building it into a narrative about illegal immigration seems wrong. It makes we want to say, "Too soon."
This speaks far more about the brokenness of this world and the brokenness of humanity than it does about a political issue. It's not the way things are meant to be.
I can only process this in two ways: 1) setting up safety measures with my wife (and in the future my daughters) when she runs, and 2) my faith, which tells me that one day, God is going to make all things right and bring absolute justice for this kind of brokenness.