I am weary this Wednesday. I know my readers are, too. It’s been a rough week. We all know what happened Sunday, when an angry man full of hate took an assault rifle to a gay club and opened fire on a room full of folks just trying to enjoy each other’s company and have a good time.
My blog posts are usually pretty casual, with as much humor as I can put into them, so it’s hard for me to blog about something so horrible and so real, but it happened and it’s more than horrible and real to the families of the people who lost their lives in this senseless hate crime.
Everyone is trying to make sense of it, of course. We want to find a reason and we want it to be something we can fix. Maybe we’ll finally do something about gun control now or maybe we’ll do something about mental health. These things need to be done, but my LGBT friends and family members are saying that we can’t just talk about assault weapons and mental health. We need to talk about our long history of treating them as less than human because they don’t love the way we love.
That long history is evil and wrong. If you try to use your holy book to defend it, you are wrong. I am a quiet person who prefers to avoid controversy, but this is just not controversial for me any more.
Love is the only thing that can save us.
Love is love is love.