They have my undivided attention.
I remember 9/11 pretty well.
I was sitting in the living room of our old house in Orleans watching
the television in horror as my 8-year old brain digested an all-too-obvious yet
still terrifying fact: we have been attacked.
I didn’t think it was possible.
America was always an impenetrable fortress in my mind and war a thing
of history that wouldn’t ever happen to us again, at least not in my
lifetime. Yet I watched those
assumptions melt away before my very eyes.
The worst part was that, at the time, we didn’t know who was attacking
us or why. Even for an 8-year-old child
who couldn’t fully understand the situation, it was terrifying.
I thought that would be a unique event in my lifetime.
It hasn’t been.
Columbine. Virginia
Tech. Sandy Hook. These tragedies struck our hearts at their
core as we mourned for the innocent victims mercilessly slaughtered like
animals. Then, while we were busy
contemplating gun control, two young men decided to blow up some runners at the
Boston Marathon.
I was horrified. Beyond horrified. These terrorists didn’t even make a public
proclamation like self-righteous jihad killers.
They just wanted to kill some people.
Bloody. Violent. Twisted.
Evil. That’s how we see this, and
I concur with every fiber of my being. I
pump my fist along with the crowds who call for their lives as penalty. I feel disgusted. I feel wronged. I feel attacked.
I am tired. Tired of
feeling afraid. Tired of feeling in
danger. Tired of feeling wary that
anyone on the street could be the next sadistic maniac to pull out a Glock and
start shooting people or pull a hunting knife and start stabbing everyone. None of us “sign up” for life, but none of us
would have signed up for this.
I want to do something.
I want to take all weapons from everyone, take all of the mentally
unstable individuals and lock them up, anything to stop this from happening
again. But here’s the honest fact: I can’t
stop it.
If we know a man named Steve will be the next killer, we can’t
stop it. We take the guns, he’ll use a
knife. We take the knives, he’ll use a
bow. We take the bows, he’ll use a
hammer. We take the hammers, he’ll use a
club. It’s pretty hard to outlaw wood.
We’ve been treating the symptoms and not the problem. The problem is in our spiritual
condition. We as humans are to
blame. We have been acting out in
rebellion to God as long as history has come and gone and this is what we reap
for our actions. We have been begging
for a society without God. As He does
when asked, He is bowing out, and this is what it looks like. Is this really what we want?