There's been a shooting today, in the city I've known as home for the past eight years.
"Domestic terrorism"... "ISIS"..."violence"...
These words were never supposed to exist. Period.
We cry, "Why this little city? Why this little town? Why those children? Why these husbands? Those mothers?"
And we cannot know the answer. Because evil has no answer but the selfish core of selfishness. Evil is its own entity. And deep inside, the most hardened of us still know that it is a foreign entity. Evil is not supposed to be.
This hatred of evil, this hatred of pain, this burning anger at things that are just wrong, this is one of the strongest indicators that we were made for another world.
But here, and now, truth, integrity, love...they battle today. And more often than not, they lose. In little ways, and in big.
Truth forever on the scaffold,
Wrong forever on the throne.
And so I have a question for you today--and a question for me. Why do we choose truth? Why do we choose integrity? Why do we choose love?
Do we choose it because we think life will be better when it triumphs?
What if it never overcame? (not, that is, that we could ever see...)
What if it never won? (not that our children, or great-great-great grandchildren, could ever enjoy...)
Would we still choose it now?