Guns and the Heart of Jesus

I will never forget sitting in a service at my church in Florida listening to two young men* describe the horror of the earthquake in Haiti. I will never forget how they described the moments that followed after the earthquake struck: every single person around them, men, women, children, were on their knees, crying out the name of Jesus.

They thought the world was ending.

It has now been over three years since that earthquake caught the attention of the world. Since then, nature has struck in different parts of this world, and since then, it is not only nature that we are fearing – it is also those who are violently and mentally unstable that have access to firearms.

Yesterday, Slate released some disturbing facts in regards to gun violence. This was in response to the Senate’s decision to stamp a “No” on federal gun laws. The gun laws would require better background checks on all the Adam Lanza’s (Newtown – 26 deaths), Jared Loughner’s (Tucson – 19 deaths) James Holmes’ (Aurora – 12 deaths), Chicago (500+ deaths in 2012 alone), and the list only goes on. One would believe that it is a no-brainer to sign off on such a law, but I am again reminded that we live in a broken world, with a broken system right at the heart of it.

I stayed up last night reading Gabrielle Giffords response to the Senate, and I cried and prayed for those who had to take another hit to their already-open wounds. In my sadness for these people, I have also found myself becoming increasingly angry towards those Christian’s who, most likely, hugged their guns a little tighter that night; who celebrated this victory of getting their way.

But let me stop there. I know I can so easily take this trail into the land of cynicism, but I choose to divert. I divert because I know that the heart of Jesus is good. Because I know His words so clearly state that He is with those who mourn, because He cherishes peace over dissension. This man Jesus already knew how our earthly treasures could so easily cloud our hearts. He already knew and knows now.

While there are no words that can truly comfort a parent or friends heart after losing their loved one, and not having a nation in agreement, I know that I can come alongside them, pray and mourn with them. Because, from what I gather, doing anything outside the realm of loving them does not glorify God.

The amazing thing is, after all these tragedies, caused by nature or a trigger, we gather together in remembrance. Whether we realize it or not, we take time and we cry out the name of Jesus. Hope needs a home, and it is when acts too horrific to comprehend occur, hope is once again at home with Jesus. He is our Great Comforter after all.

May we as Christians continue to pray for those continuing to experience unimaginable loss, and for our ravaged government.

*The two guys mentioned above work at an orphanage in Haiti. The day the earthquake struck, they just so happened to have doctors (a rare visit) in their orphanage. They then became the center point for caring for victims of the earthquake.

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