I didn’t watch the memorial for those killed at the elementary school last week. I read a little bit about it and I read the President’s speech.
I have no place in American politics, I hate guns and I don’t think anyone needs to own a semi-automatic weapon (and I think it was put very well by Neil Macdonald here).
There will be a fight over guns in the United States. I will watch in bewilderment wondering how so many people have died because of this belief in a right that was never meant to be taken this far, but that is not my fight.
I don’t quote scripture. I couldn’t begin to if someone asked me to. I know bits and pieces of biblical stories.
There was one piece of the President’s speech that stood out above all else for me, one piece that I hope will shape the way to move forward:
For those of us who remain, let us find the strength to carry on and make our country worthy of their memory.
These were babies. Little children. I still can’t wrap my head around it. It’s so much to think about. These children that never had the chance to do anything to offend this man who woke up that morning and decided they deserved to die.
Please, be worthy of their memory.