The events of this week got me thinking about a lot of things, namely, the VT shooter, his mental state, etc.
Most of us were raised to believe in something, God, Devil, Higher Power, or nothing. I personally, was taken to a Presbytarian church, where I would play with other kids, while mom and dad attended the sunday services. At about 8 years old, we, my brother and two sisters, began going to sunday school. I remember it was fun. The teacher taught us all about the beginning of life on this earth, about Adam and Eve, Noah's Ark, Moses, etc. It was really, really fun. The illustrations and the coloring books made time fly, while mom and dad were in their sunday services.
The next year, all of us kids went to sunday school, then when it was over for that day, we were picked up by our parents, and taken to attend the regular sunday church services. We learned about Jesus, Faith, etc. I think the most important lessons learned there, had nothing to do with God or Jesus, but those were lessons about how we should treat each other, our fellow men and women. I learned about how to treat people with respect. I learned how to say "yes sir, and yes maam" Somewhere in there, I was taught to know the difference between right and wrong. Ultimately, I feel I developed a moral compass.
So, these past few days have left me questioning everything I have been taught. Those questions are:
What sense of moral compass did that young man have, when he executed 32 people, then himself, at VT? Apparently, there was no fear of God, or the Devil. Fear of one or the other, is what keeps many people on a fairly straight path.
What if, physical death is not really the end of our lives?
What if we have to be accountable for what we have done, as mortals?
Those thoughts scare the crap out of me, and probably have kept me from doing things I could have easily done, but chose not to, because of some consequences I believe will happen to me. I simply can't imagine, when your heart goes so dark, that life does not matter, to the extent that you are willing to take a handful of lives, including your own.
The world is getting very unpredictable, yet very angry. Someday we are all gonna need each other. I sure wish we'd stop killing each other.
Anyway, friends, this is about as pure of heart as you have seen, or will ever see, from me, on an internet forum.
Most of us were raised to believe in something, God, Devil, Higher Power, or nothing. I personally, was taken to a Presbytarian church, where I would play with other kids, while mom and dad attended the sunday services. At about 8 years old, we, my brother and two sisters, began going to sunday school. I remember it was fun. The teacher taught us all about the beginning of life on this earth, about Adam and Eve, Noah's Ark, Moses, etc. It was really, really fun. The illustrations and the coloring books made time fly, while mom and dad were in their sunday services.
The next year, all of us kids went to sunday school, then when it was over for that day, we were picked up by our parents, and taken to attend the regular sunday church services. We learned about Jesus, Faith, etc. I think the most important lessons learned there, had nothing to do with God or Jesus, but those were lessons about how we should treat each other, our fellow men and women. I learned about how to treat people with respect. I learned how to say "yes sir, and yes maam" Somewhere in there, I was taught to know the difference between right and wrong. Ultimately, I feel I developed a moral compass.
So, these past few days have left me questioning everything I have been taught. Those questions are:
What sense of moral compass did that young man have, when he executed 32 people, then himself, at VT? Apparently, there was no fear of God, or the Devil. Fear of one or the other, is what keeps many people on a fairly straight path.
What if, physical death is not really the end of our lives?
What if we have to be accountable for what we have done, as mortals?
Those thoughts scare the crap out of me, and probably have kept me from doing things I could have easily done, but chose not to, because of some consequences I believe will happen to me. I simply can't imagine, when your heart goes so dark, that life does not matter, to the extent that you are willing to take a handful of lives, including your own.
The world is getting very unpredictable, yet very angry. Someday we are all gonna need each other. I sure wish we'd stop killing each other.
Anyway, friends, this is about as pure of heart as you have seen, or will ever see, from me, on an internet forum.
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