No, wait. I really thought Sandy Hook would be the wake up call this country needed.
We didn't do anything. Now I remember, yes, the fortieth time there was a mass shooting at a school we all said our thoughts and prayers are with the families of the victims, blah, blah, blah. And what changed after the fortieth? We got to add another and another and another and another and another incident with more victims to whom we deliberately and in our best monotone voice offer our thoughts and prayers. This year we have just had the forty-fifth. Not that it matters really. Just a statistic, nothing more. Nothing more that is unless you are a survivor, friend, mother, daughter, brother, father, aunt, uncle, cousin, coworker, neighbor, classmate, Sunday school teacher, preacher, priest, husband, wife, NRA member, avid hunter or well, I think everyone. It should matter to everyone.
Thoughts and prayers? Is that really all we can offer to all of those broken hearts created today and the surviving victims? That doesn't protect anyone especially from the forty-sixth time we say the now same empty rhetoric of our thoughts and prayers.
Our thoughts? We aren't thinking about anything or anyone save the NRA and the second amendment. We can and should insist that this time, this time we will step up and say, make this stop! There is no better time than today to make a difference for all of our tomorrows.
Our prayer? Use your voice. Use your vote. One person can make a difference. Today that one person, that twenty something changed the lives of so many in so many ways. Thoughts and prayers need to be elevated with action.
Love is patient. Love is kind (and knows forty-five is beyond too much).