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Blood Flowed, Tears Fell, and Souls Rose

Yesterdays’ shooting in Oregon has left the country stunned, yet again, due to the warped thought process of one individual’s idealization of how things are supposed to be. As furious as I am over his cowardly actions, I refuse to enhance the fame of any such character. Instead, I want to praise the victims on their firm stance of faith.

I’m sure you’ve heard by now about the gunman asking each student to stand and state their faith. If the answer was “Christian” they were shot in the cranium, whereas those who said nothing were shot in the leg. Given the situation there’s no telling how any of us would have responded with a gun pointed in our direction.

Before I proceed, allow me to make one proclamation, I am a Christian! I say that with pride, vigor, and sincerity.

Mark 8:38 states, “If anyone is ashamed of me and my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, the Son of Man will be ashamed of them when he comes in his Father’s glory with the holy angels.”

Now stay with me for a second. As each victim stood declaring their Christian faith, others in the room watched as the gunman took their life. After the second or third person was shot the students probably noticed a pattern being set as to who was shot where. However, no matter what answer was given, they undoubtedly knew they would be shot… and they knew it!

Starting with the second student and those thereafter, anyone who claimed Christianity as their faith knew their fate. With that said, those who said nothing, which I’m sure was out of extreme fear, did not deny God, instead the terror they endured dictated their silence no matter what higher being they believed in, if any at all.

Just as the victims’ family, classmates, faculty, country, and president wrench in true heartfelt pain over the deaths of these and every victim of domestic terrorism, I also feel that pain. Not only do our hearts cry out in pain, our entire being yearns for a stance to be taken to stop the annihilation of innocent people.

As a result of the chaos, both yesterday and in the months and years before … blood flowed, tears fell, and souls rose.

May Your Souls Forever Rest In Peace!


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Nelson Mandela’s Death Brings Me Great Joy!

Yes, you’ve read that right. I, as a white woman, have the guts to say that the death of a black African President brings me overwhelming comfort!

Nelson Mandela

Now, for those of you who have bothered to read on before blowing my blog off in a huff, I want to thank you because you’re the ones who’ll hear the meaning behind my title.

First of all, it’s not my wish for anyone to take my title and first paragraph to heart, as if I truly meant what I said in an ugly way; it’s only purpose was to lure in readers through my wording. For those of you who know me, you know that I adore all living things, including humans, animals, plants, etc. To lose a loved one, a great friend, or a wonderful man such as Nelson Mandela is a terrible loss for many. As we’ve seen in the reports on television, his death is felt far beyond Africa’s boundaries. But let’s get back to my title, the reason you chose to read this blog to begin with.

One’s first instinct after losing a loved one is to mourn, however, over the past decade or so people have focused more so on celebrating the deceased person’s life. Although we love and appreciate those in our lives, we tend to lift them up more so after they’re gone. Though this is sad, we have to admit, it’s true. Just as my family recently celebrated my father’s life, millions, including me, are celebrating Nelson Mandela’s life.

When I reflect on Mr. Mandela’s life, according to what reporters convey to us, I get a good understanding of his personality, his collapse, his success, and what he stood for in general. Although Africa has lost a great leader, the world has lost a wonderfully honest man that was a prime example of what all men, leaders, and presidents should pattern themselves after.

So, in closing, since we tend to lift loved ones up more so after they’re gone, I feel comfortable in saying that I’m grateful for Mr. Mandela’s passing. Because of his passing, others can reflect back on his life and see him for the wonderful person he was, and shall remain, thus raising their standards to the example he has set before them.