In exactly the same way that the temple building was destroyed repeatedly, we destroyed the Savior. The wicked human heart lashes out at God and exalts itself. Our pride replays the same story in history over and over again. It will do so one more time when the whole world will experience the final contraction and come to judgment. But judgment is not the last word.
Every time there is destruction, it is followed by renewal.
When Jesus was killed, it led to resurrection. The place for hope for us is in a God who acts beyond the pain and horror of destruction, who does more than we can see, a God who is invisible, whose victory is still future to us. He meets our needs not just in what we can see but in what we can't see. We can't make things better, but he will make things better. The way to real hopefulness, encouragement, and a community of love is not found in avoiding the hardship, seeking to wall ourselves off from the pain, and denying what's terrible about us, hoping that no one will notice, but in acknowledging that we're capable of doing what those boys in Littleton did.