As I write this article, another mass killing has been reported. This time, it's on the campus of the University of Nevada at Las Vegas. I didn't get the chance earlier today to write my daily article about Christmas for this blog. I am making the time now for sure.
The road to Nevada is not that different from the road that led from the stable in Bethlehem. Or from the road that led to Charleston, South Carolina. Or Buffalo, New York. Or Uvalde, Texas. Or any one of dozens of other places where roads led to the same terrible end.
Violence in this country can be sudden. When you least expect it. Violence in this country is also increasingly deadly. Whether we like it or not, if we have eyes to see with and ears to hear with, we know that we live in a place where seemingly random killing happens so often that many of us have become numb to it all. Beyond the randomness of this death-making performance in which we are made to be unwilling participants, murders now become massacres.
It does not change things to the good to assign blame to the people who have caused this performance or who profit by it, or to hate the ones who enabled and perpetrated the performance. It does not change things any more for the better, than it would to single out the people who made the world such that a young woman was forced to give birth in a place where they keep animals.
Whatever else they do, these events in Nevada and South Carolina and Buffalo and Texas and every other place that they happen, show us that we ought to be grateful and kind and loving with those who are in our lives right now. Because they may not be there tomorrow. It is above all perhaps a good and sufficient reason to rejoice that they were here and to give thanks that, for most of us, they still are here.
GO FORWARD AT CHRISTMASTIME