Jul 28, 2008 10:33
I was hanging out at home and being productive, cleaning house and the like and listening to the radio yesterday before Erin came over. I had no clue about the shooting until late in the afternoon, and at first I think my brain rejected that reality. Waya told me about evil twin's post and so I called her to check in on her. The more I heard about it the more it sunk in. It just makes me cry that someone was so full of hate that he killed two people and hurt many others. I grabbed the rosary I made when I was about 23 and held it. I couldn't even really pray, but holding them helped, sort of.
It sucks because I want to do something and I can't think of anything really helpful to do, other than to pray for them. I imagine the two that were killed being gathered up into the loving heart of God, and I wish and hope and pray for healing for that church community. I try to wish for healing for the shooter, because if he did this act in the name of God then that man is so very, very lost. Mostly though I think about him toasting merrily in the hottest pit in hell.
I guess I am a little lost, too.