Oh. My. Word. I usually sit quietly and let others have their little rants and soapboxes. Often I just skim over them, avoid checking the news or Facebook for a couple days and things settle down again. But I just can’t get over the way some people are using a tragedy to further their own agendas, many of which have NOTHING to do with the main issue at hand, a.k.a. control of automatic or semi-automatic guns.
For the record, I still cannot say more than about 10 words about the horrific event at Sandy Hook without being overcome with grief. I’m not exaggerating. 10 words. That’s all I can get out before I start crying.
However, DO NOT tell me that if we had just allowed church and state to mingle and allowed open prayer time in schools, somehow that would have averted that terrible Friday.
DO NOT tell me that if the country would just turn back to God that somehow all the bad guys would just magically go to some other country that hadn’t turned back to God.
And DO NOT tell me that somehow God is punishing us, punishing our children, for the direction our country is going.
To quote the movie Madagascar 3, that is all a bunch of bolshevik.
That’s all I can manage for now and still keep my wig. On behalf of other people who believe in and follow Jesus, I am so very sorry for how in many online venues, Christ has been misrepresented to the bereaved people dealing with the Sandy Hook ordeal. Please do not equate Jesus with the idiots who claim to follow Him in their misguided, often harmful ways. I’m one of those followers, even though sometimes it pains me to say it, but that doesn’t mean that those vocal block-heads represent an accurate picture of Jesus. What some people are doing now is almost to the point of being a spiritual misdemeanor, bordering on a form of spiritual abuse. Somebody ought to take away their microphone privileges for a good long while.
Sandy Hook, I’m deeply, deeply sorry for your terrible, mind-numbing loss. You are not alone in this; the parents of this entire country stand with you. You will never be the same, and in our own pathetic version of it, neither will we.