My head hurts. My heart hurts. We live in a broken world.
In one night, 49 people died and 53 others were injured.
And yet, we still don’t get it. One human being specifically targeted other human beings at a bar. This person came with intent – intent to kill people who were gay.
There’s no way around it. Just like there’s no way around another human being who walked into a black church in Charleston, South Carolina with intent to kill black Christians.
This is not an issue of gun control. This is not an issue of politics. This is an issue of hate, of sin, and of death.
Stop using the deaths of others to push your agenda. Seriously, stop. Just imagine if your group was the one being attacked. Imagine if your friend or loved one, your brother or sister, was in that club. You would be scared. You would be infuriated. You would not make this about something that it’s not.
The only thing that brings me hope is the gospel – the good news that this broken, jacked up world is NOT MY HOME.
I was at the hospital today and my heart was broken again because of all of the flat out awful illnesses and diagnoses that people face. One was a 10-month-old with a brain tumor who has been in the hospital the last 147 days.
How do you deal with that? How do you deal with a gunman who killed or injured over 100 people?
This earth is not my home. It never will be. So my goal in all of this is to pray and to act. I’m going to pray that God would make it better. And I’m going to go and tell people the good news.
This is not how the story ends, people. It can’t be.