I started this post days ago and find it hard to write. I don’t talk about my views on gun control often. I find myself getting angry and feel like I continue to beat my head against a wall. You see I understand where people come from who think more laws to control guns will help. My grieving heart wishes it were so. However, if we just study history we will see that isn’t so.
Laws don’t work that way. Laws are designed to set boundaries on good and evil, because we are evil people. Laws can not protect, just like the police can not protect. The most frustrating part of my job as a police officer was the realization, that I had little time to help. Most of my shifts were spent jumping from one call to the next, watching the bad guy walk out of jail before the ink was dry on my paperwork. Responding over and over to the same house wondering who violated the restraining order and if one of them will be dead this time. No laws don’t protect, they just inform.
But the debate rages on. Each day I open my yahoo page, and feel like I am watching a train wreck that I am powerless to stop. My heart aches for the small child who pleads to take guns away, because her sibling was killed last Friday. And I am angered that my cousin still deals with PTSD because he couldn’t protect himself against the FT.Hood Shooter and instead had to run away. But then if I want I can watch videos about the Kardashians or who won the voice last night.
Do you see the correlation that I do, between us and the Roman Empire? Towards the end, the empire was ruled by the senate, who bickered and fought over semantics instead of worrying about the decline of the country. In an effort to win the masses and gain power over the senate, Caesar instituted the gladiator games. Of course the masses revolted because the expense was so high, but Caesar offered them bread. Content, they sat back with their stomachs full and watched one human mutilate another. Sound familiar?
Not every person in the Roman empire participated in this, but they paid the price nonetheless. Sometimes I fear it has gone to far; the train is at full speed and the brake is broken. Thankfully, I have hope. I know that regardless the outcome, God is in control. The coming days will not be easy, but God has already won. Therefore, I will spend my days and nights in prayer. And as my heart cries for the country I love, I will dance in the joy and hope of the Lord.