Massacres, even in supposed sacred settings, have become metaphors for these current days of rage.
No one really understands the rage. Everyone now fears it. Come the snow, it could erupt if a neighbor attempts to park in anyone else's cleared-out spot.
We better become a nation walking on eggshells. Those from troubled backgrounds already make a habit of doing that.
Rage, of course, is nothing new. In "Genesis," Cain was enraged at his brother Able.
That volcanic emotion has just become showcased, more and more frequently, with firearms.
At the small First Baptist Church of Sutherland Springs in Texas, 27 were murdered by a gunman dressed in combat gear. Among them were a two-year-old child and the pastor's daughter. Another 24 were injured. The endings of human life nears that of the destruction in Las Vegas, Nevada.
The arrogant and the ones with agendas will tell us what today's massacre was all about. They will even put it in a box, that is, in context.
But human beings who have grown up in wildly abusive homes or got knocked around as adults more than average know rage exists and that's that. The best one can do is to try to anticipate it. If that doesn't work, then figure out how to duck.
Getting rid of the guns would be a good idea. But rage-filled human beings can also mow a soul down with words.
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