I keep picturing my tender Jesus who kneels low with arms wide open, smiling into their faces and resting his hand on their touselled hair, "Let the little children come to me..." How his heart must break to watch people claiming his name, exercising their free will, as they loudly, passionately, and ... often gracelessly ... shout "PRO LIFE!" yet turn around in hypocrisy to vote, support, and campaign for their love of guns, their personal rights and freedom to carry the weapons that so frequently and intentionally are used to snuff out the life of another. Last week, 10 innocent grocery shoppers. Peaceful worshippers were shot in a church. Yesterday? Two adults and 19 elementary children. Nineteen. The ages of my 3 kids. God have mercy. Oh, how we weep and rage. Their tiny bodies. The unfathomable pain. It doesn't have to be this way. HOW can it continue to be this way?! Miss me with your pro-life marches if you're not willing to lay down your gun