I’m not really into watching the news, but Jen and I have a routine of watching the 11 O’Clock news together every night. And living in Southern California, it seems like there’s at least one reported a night, if not two or three. It’s really depressing, we find ourselves asking each other “why are we even watching this?”. I can’t even express how awkward it is to watch a newscaster with too much makeup on to switch from a horrendous murder/suicide story to Brittany Spears’ latest legal/wieght/drug/child/career problems. How callous we’ve become to the loss of life. That “person” was someone’s son or daughter, maybe a dad or a mom, a brother or sister, a friend, a life created by God. And with one small little metal object, their hopes and dreams are dashed forever, lives are ruined, people are hurt and damaged for years to come.
I found this very interesting blog that sparked this post. It’s called “The Homicide Report“, and it’s a woman who is following every murder that takes place in L.A. this year. Pretty amazing, especially since most of these people will never be remembered because they were gang members, poor, minorities, almost as if they deserved it – no one deserves it. I wonder how Jesus feels about these 700+ people who have been meaninglessly killed over the past year?