It's not about the guns.
We have an innate need to lay blame.
And oh so much easier to attack a cold, inanimate object, than take a
deep, hard look at our own lethal choices.
We can take apart a Glock, piece by
piece. How much harder to strip down a human soul, a heart, and see
what's going on inside.
Wake up humans. It's not about the
guns. It's about the fact that for years, we've vehemently dismissed
the only True God from our culture. We're teaching our babes that
they are cosmic accidents. There is no reason for their existance.
They're not special or unique--evolved only from slimy, primordial goo. They're a short blip on a mortal
screen and then poof, they're forgotten. There is no God--believe what you want. Truth is relative, changing. There's no loving
Creator Who fashioned and formed and delightfully molded every cell.
Who finds pleasure in guiding and listening and having a
relationship built on a foundation of Truth and Love and abundant
Life.
No, don't talk about Jesus in
school. Don't call it Christmas. Don't show the overwhelming
scientific creationary facts. And by all means don't bow our heads and pray in public...we might offend someone. Don't be humble and recognize our selfishness and arrogance and pride as the reason we need to take a
second look at that historical Book, hearing what it says.
We need salvation from ourselves. Not
from guns. And we can't do it, we can't change anything. But God
can. He did. We just need to surrender to Him.
A deeply engaged relationship with the
magnificent One who created us. Created me. Wants me.
Hope. Understanding. Life. Truth. Love. Purpose. Joy. Peace.
Maybe that's what the shooter was
looking for. Just maybe.
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