My sister and mother live minutes from the parking lot where the shooting happened a couple of days ago. As in BLOCKS in the case of my sis. I've thought a lot about the what if's. What if my mom or dad or my sister or brother-in-law was there shopping, as well as my sweet niece and nephew ages 4 and almost 2? I've thought about all the anger and fear and pain that have found their voice in the public discourse by assigning blame and raising the volume of the vitriol and hatred to an even more shrill level. I was honestly shocked this morning as I scanned the news to find that some would imply, however obliquely, that there are those in the public eye who would wish for or rejoice over events like this. It saddens me as much as the event itself. Crime is not born in a rational mind. Millions and millions of us hear the same crap in the news and we choose to write or argue or think, but not to kill. This was not a simple, linear response to some blog entry or series of tweets. This was the act of an infirm, unfortunate individual with issues that none of us fully understand. The only thing I can think of is to hope that we can, both in our public discourse and our personal feelings, reach for the thoughtfulness and peacemaking that we wish was happening in the political world. We cannot expect society to rise any further than we the people are willing to stretch. In the spirit of that hope, I offer this speech from a leader of my church that was given in the aftermath of the Amish shootings several years ago. I hope it will be a balm to any angry and overthrown heart.