It’s hard to know what to feel, except sadness and disgust. It’s hard to know what to think except, “Why?”
Why the murders? Why did a 22 year old guy want to kill people? Why, for that matter, do we live as if something equally tragic doesn’t occur every day in our nation? Do we simply feel powerless to affect any change, whatsoever—in ourselves and in our culture? Do we simply live overwhelmed by the sheer immensity of the violence that we see on TV, at the movies, hear on the news?
O, how God must weep.
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