The Tragedy In Roseburg
Roseburg is about an hour and a half from Phoenix, the northern border of what is considered Southern Oregon.
It’s part of my homeland.
For those of you who don’t know me personally, let me share what those who do would affirm about me.
My first identity is as a Christian, my second is as an Oregonian.
I sometimes get the order reversed.
This is a deeply personal tragedy to me and to scores of others here in Southern Oregon.
Something like this was not supposed to happen here…
Social media exploded before the victims were even removed from the scene.
Before the shooter was identified, social media identified four different people as the shooter.
He was a Muslim for sure, no he was an atheist… he was black, he was white…he was a conservative, no, he was a leftist…the government is lying to us again.
Gun control advocates and gun control opponents wrote emotionally charged words with blood not their own.
Everyone wanted the shooter to be a representative of those they despise, that they might despise them all the more.
In the meantime we waited for the names of the victims…and the high school just south of us was locked down from another threat.
We no longer have the decency to mourn with those who mourn before looking for someone to blame that we might be “right”.
We no longer value decency, period.
The shooter was sick of mind and soul.
Those sicknesses became terminal for him and his victims.
What I saw last night makes me wonder what stage our societal sickness of mind and soul is at.
I said it last night, I’ll say it again.
Oregon doesn’t need you pontificating or your politics…it needs your prayers.
So does where you live…