If you’re anything like me your morning involves groggily picking up your phone and scrolling through Facebook, skimming through the headlines for anything that piques your interest.
Orlando Shooting Leaves 49 Dead
Scores Die in Nice, France as Truck Plows Into Bastille Day Crowd
Brock Turner Sentenced to 6 Months in Jail for Sexual Assault
North Carolina’s Anti-Transgender Bathroom Bill
Black Man Shot in Routine Traffic Stop
Police Targeted During Protest
Every morning I wake up to new disasters. To new shootings. To new names to add to my prayers. To new social outcry.
Every morning I read articles detailing the events, and then I read the comments of individuals pleading and screaming for new laws, for an upheaval of the status quo. Each morning there is a new headline, but every morning there is the same reaction.
Pray for Orlando
Thoughts for those killed in France
My heart goes out to the victim
I hope one day there is no more hate crimes.
And I get that reaction, I do. I have that reaction. It makes me feel safe and comforted. It makes me feel an ounce of control in a situation that I know I am helpless against.
I am tired of waking up to death. Tired of not being surprised when I see a flag at half mass. I am tired of being accustomed to death.
And I am part of the problem.
Every day we see a new headline and we are filled with grievances for the new disaster. It takes over our fore thought. But we need to start remembering yesterday’s disasters.
Yesterday’s victims, yesterday’s disasters and problems.
We move from one disaster from the next and call out for resolutions and yet we move on to the next problem without fixing the previous.
Extend prayers, thoughts, and hopes for every disaster. But do not let them replace each other.
We need justice and the only way we’re going to get that is to remember the disasters we’d rather forget.
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