Oregon's Tragedy, Uncommon Heroes, Uncommon Hope
As is often the case, right behind the horror sending shock waves around the world come stories of uncommon heroism that once again rescue us from total despair. We hope that we, too, in a similar situation would find the courage to lay down our lifes for the sake of those near us. We reach out to the hurting in gestures of love and support hoping we can ease their suffering and pain.
Taking five bullet wounds as he rushed the gunman, we should take note of the words repeated by uncommon hero Chris Mintz as he lay injured, surely wondering if he would live: "Today is my son's birthday, today is my son's birthday..."
In my view, I think most of us would hear the words of Chris Mintz and feel lifted up, as if a little bit of our faith in humanity was just restored. I have another thought, and it's a parallel we can draw that many hate every bit as much as much as they anticipate it coming, and it's this: The natural, beautiful response of one fearing he is in his last moments of life is to think of his family, his son. Here's the parallel no one likes: Somehow we've convinced ourselves that the violent death of our own children through abortion must be our right, a right that today is even heralded as necessary and noble.
It's time, it's way past time, to say enough intentional killing, including and especially the most innocent, the most vulnerable, in the womb of one's own mother; enough madness having ever thought to kill one's own was a solution to any difficulty or crisis.
In the coming days many will be talking about gun control and extremist ideologies. Let's consider turning our thoughts with gratitude to the fact that life is a gift, always, your life, my life, every life. Let's choose to live an uncommon hope.
Read about Chris Mintz, Oregon's uncommon hero: www.thedailybeast.com/…/forget-oregon-s…
