To Be Honest With You
A day like today makes we want
to come home out here in the
country, turn off the radios,
television set, and scanners, and sit
with my .357 in my lap and
the 12 gauge on the coffee table.
But you can’t give in.
If you do, darkness wins.
Instead, I monkeyed with the internet
most of the afternoon, setting up
what I hope will be a web site that
will also be home to this blog.
I spoke to my daughters, e-mailed my
son, and my wife and I prayed for
the Hampton family when we sat at
the table for lunch.
I’ve been working in the profession
I love for forty years, and frankly…I
have seen enough anguish for a six pack
of lifetimes.
Someone told me the recent events in
Knoxville have shaken their beliefs.
Where does God go when some maniac
runs into a church, belching death from
a shotgun?
What happens to goodness when
a kid is shot to death at school?
There’s no sane argument that could
give a reason why.
And how can things like the Christian and
Newsom kidnap, rape, and killings happen?
How do people grow to be so dead inside
that they can even think of the horrors
inflicted on those two?
Years ago, I told myself I would never forget
a one of those murder scenes.
I was wrong. There have been so many
that I erased some of them from my mind.
But the worst ones are still there. The stench
of death, the smell of large pools of blood.
I try.. I really try not to remember their
faces. But sometimes I do.
Why does God allow these things
to happen to innocent people?
I’m sorry. I don’t know.
There were a lot of words where
this sentence now resides. It was a
feeble attempt to offer some
comfort to those who are worrying
tonight.
Some would think it simplistic– words
from a borderline fanatic. I do have
my faith.
But I deleted a lot of words from this
piece, because I honestly do not know.
