Upon a poor sinner like me.
I wrote a simple prayer … but the prayer was obnoxious. It absolved me of my communal guilt while heaping coals upon the heads of those tortured souls who shoot up school yards.
We live in a culture saturated with violence. We have a long history of settling differences with violence, from the establishment of our nation in blood to our latest efforts at controlling far-flung populations with drones. We are an angry, violent people who have no reason to be surprised by this evil among us.
What is my guilt? I do not yet know the full extent of my collusion with the powers and authorities which make these actions possible.