How Much More?


Like many of us, I woke up this morning to hear about the shooting in Las Vegas.  Fifty-nine people dead, FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN wounded.  All because of some crazy man with a room full of guns.

Sean Paddock became a mass murderer because mentally ill people are allowed to buy guns, and we know who’s responsible for that.  

I have to be honest: I am numb.  My spirit has absorbed systemic racism, a chain of natural disasters, political stupidity, and a boatload of despair–all within the past couple of months.  I’m getting to the point where I can’t feel or empathize.  As a human being, that’s not good.  As a minister, it’s even worse.

My heart is turning to stone.  I don’t want it to, but I can’t seem to stop it.

How much more of this are we as a nation supposed to take before we all get to our collective breaking point?  How many more innocent people have to die before we stop talking and start cleaning house?  What will it take to restore what was becoming the United States of America?

I’m not ready to answer that yet.  I don’t think the country is ready for my answer.

I’ll just leave this right here.  I’m not in a good space right now.

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