The awful events in Connecticut have brought us to a place of mourning yet again.

This is a day where my heart is heavy yet again.

We are a nation that somehow defaults to violence. We celebrate violence. We sell it. We defend it.

We are a nation that loves division. We won’t talk to each other about possible ways out of this mess. We will yell at each other. We will lob our ideological grenades at each other. We seem to enjoy hating each other.

This is a place of weariness.

I am weary of Democrats and Republicans, liberals and conservatives, hating each other.

I am weary of a violent culture.

I am weary of my own bent toward anger in too many situations.

More than ever, this is a time to remind ourselves, especially as believers, that the Kingdom of God IS powerful. We don’t need to lash out in anger. We don’t need to hate. We can come from a source that chooses to bless rather than curse.

The Kingdom is powerful. But we refuse to obey the King. We want to be our own gods.

And we have the tragedies all around us to show the awful results of our desire to be our own gods.

Lord, somehow, heal our land.