Some thoughts after Newtown

  I had the privilege of attending an elementary school's Christmas program the other day. Even the wheezing, out of tune( and sync) band was a sweet reminder of what childhood is supposed to be. 
  The  room was packed with doting parents and wide-eyed children surprised by their own ability to hold (positive) attention but a sweet melancholy blanketed the room and mantled the shoulders of every adult in the room who couldn't help but remember how quickly life can change.
  Pictures of children we've never met have begun to emerge in the news lately, one of a little girl who wore pink cowboy boots, just like the little girl at this Christmas program.
  Today the politicians shamelessly quote Scripture (though that is something we peasants must not do, either in the public square or schools), whip the tragedy of insanity into new laws and regulations and piously pose for the cameras, wiping tears carefully aligned with the clicking of camera shutters.
  For all the bluster, the promises and threats of "change" (as we have suffered the devastating "change" in this country promised by the 2008 election), hate remains the motivating force of Leftists as they attempt to build their carnal Utopia.
  A movie star wishes death on responsible gun owners.
  A wealthy bizarre writer wishes for multiple shootings.
  It is revealed that yet another Fast and Furious Obama gun is found at the shooting death of a Mexican beauty queen, but no melodramatic pompous news conferences are called in which the politicians promise to "change" themselves or their policies.
  A professor tweets profanities and death wishes, deletes account and then whines that he himself is getting death wishes. How could it be.
  A liberal journalist actually laments the death wishes the professor received because, you know, it's ok for Leftists to threaten people but not the reverse.
  But then with lying liars, how do what know what is Truth, since lying liars do not believe in such an odd thing as Truth?
  There's much more recorded by the Watchers, but it won't cheer your heart. 
  We've seen it before, such as every time there's a tragedy the finger pointers come out to blame Republicans/conservatives/gun owners/Christians/Catholics/Jews/whites/Judeo-Christian culture/? for whatever happened.
  The hate builds on the hate and the Left spins its wheels, unable and unwilling to understand the true causes of the evil, slobbering in their eagerness to create their "utopia" in which everyone is the same, no one runs with forks, we all worship the current celebrity and they are free to "create" creatively with no sense of responsibility to the spiritual, the lack of which is the root cause of all that is evil that happens.
  They seek to ban guns, yet did you know the worst school massacre occurred not last Friday but in Michigan in 1927?
  A school board member used dynamite to murder 45 people in Bath Township near Lansing. 
  Dynamite. Not guns.
  Were 9/11 or OKC caused by guns? No.
  Are guns the cause of more children murders in this country? No. Hands and brute strength cause more deaths.
  Are massacres statistically up in recent years? No.
  Are there fewer mass murders in states where folks are allowed to carry guns to stop the murderers? Yes. 
  Do strict gun restrictions in places like Chicago and Washington DC reduce injuries and murders by guns? 
  Ha. 
  Ha. 
  Ha.
  Did you even HEAR about the off duty sheriff who four days ago stopped a theater shooting in Texas because she pulled her gun on the perpetrator and stopped him with a bullet?
  Of course not, because it doesn't fit the narrative.
  Yet Leftists, spinning and spitting and hating, want to take your right to defend yourself. The exception would be for the wealthy, doncha know, who can afford to hire guardians to bear weapons but you, the commoner, the peasant, should have no accessibility to guns.
  Back to the elementary school Christmas program I attended.
  We sang--together--Silent Night. 
  We said the word "Christmas" and someone wondered how long we'll be able to say that word or sing that song. Jesus, Lord at thy birth.
  I noticed I wasn't the only one who slipped a tear when the children sang "let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me" because we remember what happened last week.
  Was it because we, the gathered family in the room, know there is no peace? 
  That the human heart, however it protests and claims to long for "peace," can never, ever solitarily resolve the struggle between good and evil?
  In 1864, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow heard the bells on Christmas Day and felt the same as we do now. 
  He had lost his wife in a brutal fire in which he had sustained terrible burns himself, his eldest son was terribly wounded in battle (thought to die) and our beloved country, ripped in half philosophically, politically and spiritually, was still at war.
  We feel what Longfellow felt the day he wrote these words and then concluded this:

And in despair I bow'd my head; 

"There is no peace on earth," I said, 

"For hate is strong, and mocks the song 

Of peace on earth, good will to men." 

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: 

"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep; 

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, 

With peace on earth, good will to men."

  I know how this story ends. God does not sleep, though it surely seems that hate prevails just now. This life is only one level of existence, though some may mock such a naive thought. 
  Unimaginable hate and illness--hearts injected with poison--always stun, whether in Connecticut or the Middle East.
  We do not know when, but believers know that the hate will end one day.
  But for now, Sleep in heavenly peace, dear children. 
  Sleep in heavenly peace.