I WISH PEOPLE FULL OF HATE would please stop shooting to death people in my church.
Pastor’s daughter shot in head
This time, one of the pastor’s daughters—shot in the head last Friday by a stray bullet fired from a hundred yards away.
An 18-year-old man who had just been in a fight is accused of firing the gun into a crowd.
That decision was no more stupid than Kansas gun laws are.
The shooting took place at a popular outdoor arts event in downtown Kansas City. Date night with the boyfriend.
Dead is Erin Langhofer, 25-year-old daughter of Rev. Tom Langhofer, our pastor of Recovery Ministries.
Ironic. How can a pastor of recovery possibly recover from this?
Grandpa and 14-year-old grandson shot dead
Five years ago, a 73-year-old Ku Klux Klan leader who hated Jews and hailed Hitler drove onto the property of the Jewish Community Center and shotgunned two Christians: a grandpa and his grandson, both from my church.
Dead are retired Dr. William Lewis Corporon and 14-year-old Reat Griffin Underwood. The grandpa had taken his son there for try-outs in a musical contest.
I ask you in God’s name…
What in God’s name, asking I believe on God’s behalf, are we doing? Why are we allowing any guns, let alone military-weaponry, to see the light of day in public places?
I was walking Buddy the Dog a few weeks ago down a wooded path. I came upon three women and a little dog. The women looked Asian. I wouldn’t mention that except that a man who looked Asian walked about 20 paces behind them. I presumed they were together. It looked like he didn’t feel comfortable on the wooded trail.
When I saw him, I didn’t either.
He carried a handgun. Not in a holster. Not tucked in his belt. It was in his hand, hanging by his side.
All he had to do was raise the handgun, point, and fire.
As I approached him, I saw the gun. It wasn’t more than 10 feet away. It’s a narrow path.
I politely said “Hello.”
He said, “Hello.”
I reached for my Buck Pocket Knife, with its blade half the length of my little finger. And I thought, “Don’t take a knife to a gunfight.”
That was an unnerving walk.
I’ve been looking for that guy ever since.
If I see him again, I intend on asking why he’s carrying a handgun in such a dangerous and intimidating way.
If I survive that, I intend on calling the police.
I didn’t call them the first time because I figured it’s legal to carry guns in Kansas, a state infamous for making harmful political decisions over most of the past decade.
These laws are insane.
Leave your guns at home, Bill
What has become of us?
What will become of us?
We’re going to make that choice.
There’s a line in a Johnny Cash song:
“Don’t take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns at home, Bill. Don’t take your guns to town.”
He was just a name in a song.
Now Erin has died.
Pardon me for thinking this, but does someone in America’s elite one percent have to die in a shooting like this before our elite-funded political leaders write some reasonable laws.
This isn’t a request to shoot someone for the greater good. It’s an honest question about whether or not our leaders think the dead were people of value.