Scalpels and Guns
A series of recent events have significantly impacted me and caused me to do some serious soul searching. Honestly, my world has been rocked from its mantle of ease. The exposure of the harvesting of organs by PlannedParenthood/StemExpress, the mass shooting in Roseburg, Oregon, the Paris terrorist attacks and finally the shootings in San Bernardino. (You could probably add so much more to your list as well). Things just aren’t normal any more. Life as I’ve known it has changed. Tragedies abound in our world. They’ve always been there. But for some strange reason these loom greatly upon my mind. And so, I’ve sat quietly. Refrained from making any opinions, in spite of the ridiculous barrage done by politicians, media and social media. Wrestling to look inside and look up instead of doing my norm of knee-jerk responses. Thinking of the victims. Thinking of the victims’ families. But for some reason, thinking more about the perpetrators. Every news account only drives deeper the