There has been a mass shooting in my country. A fellow blogger asked how I feel. I feel…
Blankness…hollowness…sadness…uncertainty…futility…so many other words could be added, but I think you understand how I’ve reacted from the few emotions I listed.
After the actual tragedy what bothers me most is the aftermath. The way the facts become fodder for an almost macabre form of entertainment by the media. I especially dislike the way the situation becomes just another political stepping stone for those pushing an agenda to take away freedom in the name of safety. I listen to countless discussions of the people determined to say the politically correct thing, and feel angered that in the midst of so many talking points they say nothing truthful or helpful in any way. But who am I to judge since I am mostly silent, for I have no solution either, and perhaps that is why those who gloss over the real reason for the atrocities don’t name it for what it really is. I wish I had the answer, but can only point to the words of Jesus in John.
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” ~ John 16:33
My father once asked my great-grandmother (who lived to be 100 years old) if things were better in the world when she was young, and her answer to him was, “No, things were just as bad, you just didn’t hear about them as much.”