And the Heavens Cry
And again, it’s another day in which I write with a heavy heart. Aurora, Colorado; Newtown, Connecticut; and now, Boston. Another reckless act, changing the lives of those who live in this country. Nearly a hundred are injured. A handful dead. But let’s not judge this act based on the dead. The act was designed to kill. It succeeded. As a society, we failed.
Reports are sketchy at best. Two bombs went off. A third was disarmed. Reportedly another may or may not have gone off at a library. And maybe two more bombs were discovered and disposed of. This is standard in news situations like this. Early in the news gathering process, reports are vague. News is reported. Some accounts are true. Many are not. The need to know is high.
And now there is a reported Saudi national in custody. A 20-year old male suffering from burns, who was reportedly seen fleeing the area. He was allegedly tackled and stopped by a concerned citizen. It’s being reported that this is a person of interest. Is this person a suspect or a person of interest because of their ethnicity? Is there even any truth that there is a person of interest in custody? Nothing is official.
Even more disturbing is that the last mile of the Boston Marathon was being dedicated to the families of Newtown, Connecticut. There were reportedly families from Newtown sitting in the VIP area near the finish line. According to reports, none of those individuals were injured. But imagine the psychological damage that has occurred.
I have to be honest. I am sick to death of what is happening in our world. Violence is a means to finding a solution. Family doesn’t hold any type of importance. People are centered on their own little universe. Me. Not we.
Where has love gone? What about God? Churches on Sundays are no longer filled. With how messed up our society is, churches should be overflowing. People should be turning to God and their faith. Prayers should be heard and shared.
Instead, we debate over gun control. We debate over the right means to stop killing. Yet no solutions are forthcoming. Yeah, guns don’t kill people. People kill people. I get it. It’s also bull. While Boston wasn’t a shooting, it may have well been. The person or group responsible for this senseless act chose to use weapons. Explosives. Regardless they still used weapons. I know, we can’t put a ban on all weapons. But wouldn’t it be nice?
In a perfect utopian world, wouldn’t it be nice if we didn’t have to worry about walking the streets and dying? Wouldn’t it be nice if we cared more for others than we do for ourselves? Wouldn’t it be nice if we accepted all differences and used religion as a means of unification, not division?
In a perfect world this would not happen. I pray for perfection.
Pray. Heal. Love
Until Next Time,