My Dear Children,
What is it about, “Do not kill,” that you do not understand? Put the guns downs. Please.
When you were offered freedom in the garden, you got to choose between love and loneliness, true freedom and selfishness, happiness and despair.
Owning all the guns you want that fire all the bullets you want is not freedom; it is insanity. I gave you intellect so you could make smart decisions and protect each other. Why not get together and pass some of those laws you like and make it harder for dozens of people to die in a single weekend? While you are at it, think about that “welcome the stranger” line – I meant that too.
Take care of those who need help sorting out the wiring in their brains.
Love the depressed into wholeness.
Seek to understand each other and stop blaming one another.
Stop worrying about what the television says and open your hearts and minds and work together. It starts by listening to each other. Put the phones down and just listen. I gave you the intellect to create things – great things – like technology and cool ways to communicate – and you turn them into ways to tear one another down. I just don’t get that.
Too many of my children – your brothers and sisters – are dying and nobody seems to want to help. I said, “Blessed are those that mourn…” but I didn’t mean for you to make more people mourn each day. I think you might want to re-read that part of Matthew.
You are loved – all of you – in every color and in every race, every gender, and every orientation – no matter where you come from and no matter what you are heading. I love each of you – unconditionally – why is that so hard for you to understand? If you could try to understand it, perhaps you could mimic it. No race is better than another, despite what you might hear proclaimed in the streets or on the screen. We have been down that road and fought that battle before. Remember? I won.
Please. I am begging you. Freedom comes from doing what is hard, what is right, what is just, and what is true. It does not mean that everyone gets their own way all the time. That’s just silly.
Take care of each other. Love one another. Listen to each other. Mourn with one another. Hold one another. Talk to one another. And, please, for my sake – and your own – make some wise decisions that lead to safety in the classrooms, in the marketplace, at parties, and on the streets.
I am here if you need me. I always have been.
~ God