My Heart is (Breaking) With Orlando

I have wanted to say something about Orlando since hearing about it. And I can’t. Because I don’t understand. I don’t understand hating someone so fiercely you want to end their life. Even someone who has wronged you in the vilest ways. But strangers? People just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time? People you are judging as sinners, when most religions promote love and acceptance before people twist it to fit their ignorant agendas. I don’t understand the loss. Why it has to keep happening. Why people seem to value greed and paranoia over innocent lives. There is no reason why civilians need access to weapons of mass destruction. I’m not talking about handguns or rifles – I believe in a person’s right to bear arms. But why would a civilian ever need to own a machine gun or such similar weapons? I don’t care if they “collect” such weapons. Would we allow nuclear devices into civilians’ collections because… This is not meant to be a rant. I’m still working things out in my head. Because I don’t understand. It’s a chant that keeps going round and round in my head. The hate. The senseless death. All the loss. Any of it. I don’t. My heart is (breaking) with Orlando and the rest of my community as we grieve and seek to understand what cannot be understood.