All I want for Christmas...for anytime...if for all the madness to stop. Another shooting, this one at an elementary school in rural Connecticut. Where will it all end? What brings people to this? No, guns do not kill people, people do. But come on. Imagine there were no guns. I fear these demented, tortured souls would still find a way to wreak their havoc.
Christmastime. Things like this should not be happening. And of course not just at Christmas, but at anytime. The madness goes on and we watch and we are dumbstruck. We sit in utter bewilderment at how these things happen. And before we can even begin to come to terms with these shootings, another one occurs.
And the world stops. And watches. And wonders.
Where is God is all of this? It is not God who does these things. Like guns, God does not kill people, people do.
All I want for Christmas? The end of the madness. Too much to ask for? I don't think so. Hands folded once again.
Christmastime. Things like this should not be happening. And of course not just at Christmas, but at anytime. The madness goes on and we watch and we are dumbstruck. We sit in utter bewilderment at how these things happen. And before we can even begin to come to terms with these shootings, another one occurs.
And the world stops. And watches. And wonders.
Where is God is all of this? It is not God who does these things. Like guns, God does not kill people, people do.
All I want for Christmas? The end of the madness. Too much to ask for? I don't think so. Hands folded once again.
