I sit, as if in a dream, in my warm, softly-lit, safe, living room. Wood-stove fire crackles contentedly while on the TV screen, volume off, a scene of unspeakable horror at an outdoor country music concert is replayed. It runs like a nightmare in the corner of my living room, showing me that all is not right in this secular world.
The scene plays over and over as if we need to be convinced of the horror people are capable of but in the midst of the carnage, heroes stand out, people saving people, people finding courage they never knew they had, to help strangers in a time of unnatural horror. People on the streets, news reporters, first responders all look for any shred of human decency in a scene brought on by the damaged and painfully twisted mind of one man, one human soul, one of us…
This shooting is a symptom of a long held disease of our society, one that has been neglected and hidden for too long. Serious mental health issues affect so many people but go unnoticed or ignored. We have to stop treating the symptoms and start treating the cause.
I am sad to think that this horror will happen again. It only takes one person with one gun… one disturbed mind, one horrific night.