My God, what have we done?

I read the news from yesterday, and I can't fathom it. I scan the headlines and find no answers in them. The articles provide more details, but there's not conclusion to them. It's just... more nothing.

32 people? How can one human take two handguns and kill over 30 people? How? And why? Why would someone do this? I don't get it. I can't understand. My heart hurts so bad. So much death. So much anger. And no answers.

The worship leader at my last church said aloud one Sunday morning: "Jesus, come quickly. Come quickly, Lord." I find myself responding in my heart: "Jesus, don't come back so soon. We've messed this up so much."

I'm not even torn on the subject. It doesn't bother me to say that we have a lot of work to do and I won't be disappointed if the "2nd Coming" isn't in my lifetime. We have screwed up this planet and its people so much... we've screwed up eachother. We've screwed up our lives. We've screwed up everything. So much is so wrong. And we blame evil... and we blame TV... and we blame rap... and we blame heavy metal... and we blame computer games... and we blame advertisers... and we blame the adult/porn industry... we blame the internet.

I blame us.
Me.
You.
Us.
We've messed it up. The shootings at VTech show that. We, as humanity, are way off track. We like to point the finger. Its a human thing. Like in Genesis when God asks Eve what happened and Eve says it was Adam's fault; then God asks Adam what happened and he blamed Eve and God and Satan. We've always been misplacing blame. We don't want it on ourselves. But it's time to be honest about our situation... This earth is bleeding. Its dying. We have to make efforts to stop it. We can all be fatalistic about it and say its too far gone--but then we start huddling up in our own little groups and give the rest of the world the middle finger and say "To hell with them." But isn't that already happening? We have all got to change. Its not optional. Its not up for discussion. Its a necessity. Change must happen. And it must be now.

Jack Johnson says: "It was you, it was me, it was every man. We've all got the blood on our hands. We only get what we demand. And if we want hell, then hell's what we'll have."

So I leave you with the same question I heard Jim Quigley pose a while back: "My God what have we done? My God! What have we done?"

And what must we do now?