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I Can No Longer Keep Silent

“He has told you, O man, what is good;

and what does the Lord require of you

but to do justice, and to love kindness,

and to walk humbly with your God?”

Micah 7:8

I don’t often blog in an emotional state, because that often means I go unfiltered and I tend to lose my cool a little bit.  I have to be honest here, though.  I am highly upset.  I am mad. I am heartbroken over the evil that transpired in Vegas and the lives that were lost and the people who are suffering because of this.

I am angry and I have had enough.

I know so many of you are feeling the same way.

When I first saw all of the tweets and posts about gun control and 2nd amendment rights  that came up immediately in the hours after news broke, at first, I was upset about it.  I told myself that “now isn’t the time to bring it up.” 

But when will it be time?  When can we bring up that something isn’t right?  Something is wrong with us.  There is evil widespread here and we as human beings can no longer have a meaningful conversation about this very topic (and many others) without resorting to name calling. Whether we are called a racist or a snowflake, that is what it has come down to. We are not capable of listening to each other about issues that we as human beings should care about.

Listen up, people are dead right now. Dead. From a man who had a weapon that could mow down people in rapid fury.  Screw your rights as of this moment.  People are dead.

When Sandy Hook happened, I couldn’t catch my breath. First graders murdered in their classrooms. Mamas having to bury their babies because of one person. I had a first grader at that time.  I feared, and still do, sending my children to school.  And still we kept hearing about “our rights to own a gun!” Yet, we are also the first ones to yell out “All Lives Matter” and go on and on about being pro-life.

You are not listening. I am as pro 2nd amendment as they come. My family is in law enforcement. I have been informed about gun safety and laws, I understand it is a weapon that can be used for evil, but for most Americans, it is for personal protection.  I am pro-life.  I am a Christian.

I am also for justice.  And I see no justice for those who are dead when there are so many of us who don’t believe in having a real conversation about this issue simply because we don’t think it will work. Or insert whatever excuse you have heard or said.

It needs to be addressed.

Yes, it is a mental health issue.

Yes, it is a gun control/legislation issue.

Yes, it is a heart issue.

We talk. We listen. We come up with ideas and plans and laws to make a difference. Stop coming at each other with “stricter gun laws won’t work” or “All gun owners are evil.” That doesn’t help the conversation. We need to listen. If someone has an opinion about this, ask them, without an attitude or an edge, as to what their idea may be. Don’t come at them with they are wrong, or stupid, or if the idea is stupid. They are trying. We want to try. We want to fix this. We are tired of seeing people we love die because of this. 

I don’t have all the answers. I know that we can come up with some sort of solution. Here is what I am learning, though. The government is always going to fight for what they want. Either side, it doesn’t matter. They are far more concerned with their political agenda than they are with us. Democrat, Republican, it doesn’t matter. They want to win.

That is where you and I, the ones who vote, come in.  Start talking. Start sending letters to congressmen and women. Call them. Start showing up in meetings.  Start connecting with your neighbors, even those with a different political and religious view than yours and start coming up with ways to make this world, our country, our home, a better place to raise our babies in.

Evil has no place here.  We must seek justice.  We the people can do that.  We can push back against those in leadership and make them do their jobs. We should have done this a long time ago.

I am currently looking at photos on my table, photos of my kids, of our entire family on vacation, of my babies when they were babies. My wedding day marrying the man I am madly in love with.

If I had lost any of them to something so senseless, you bet your rear end I would call for something to be done.

Because those lives absolutely matter to me.  They matter.

Those lives lost, young and old. They matter. They are important. Human beings are worth the fight. We can always change laws if things improve.  But we can’t bring loved ones back from the dead.

Let’s starting talking. Let’s seek justice and love kindness and walk humbly.

Be a Size you,

Tiffany