This morning a young man shot several people at a shopping center near my home. One of the victims was our Representative Gabrielle Giffords.
Although I know a lot of people took exception to some of her views, the thing that was notable about her was that she actually listened to her consituency. In fact, this morning, that is exactly what she was doing out at the grocery store. Getting the feel of the common man. This is an atrocity at it's highest level.
The young man who did this was perhaps not in his right mind. But we hear of these things all the time. Murders happen weekly here, if not daily. Children are abused, elderly are abandoned. It would seem that the values we attest to have as Americans are not in place anymore and that the world has gone mad.
And sometimes, like today, it feels like it. But the truth of the matter is, the world has always been mad, an insane place to live, and it is only by the grace of a good God that anything good in the world still exists. But that is my point. Good still does exist here. There are those who put their lives on the line for others, day to day. Police officers, Sheriff's deputies, our military, nurses, doctors, and yes, even the common day to day generic citizen who reaches out to help another individual.
Let's keep our nation in prayer. Let's keep all of us in prayer. But today, specifically the victims and their families in prayer.
Copyright © 2011 by Susan Linn-Gomez. All Rights Reserved.
Thoughts on life and living. (Copyright © 2010, 2011,2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016,2017, 2018, 2019, 2020 by Susan Linn-Gomez. All Rights Reserved.)
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