Terminal 3. LAX. For those of you who follow Psych, this is the terminal that I passed through a good 30 times a year for the last eight years when Alaska Airlines was there - my chariot north. While I cant fathom the terror there yesterday as bullets flew, I do have a vision of the place, the people that work their, their faces. Ive passed through that TSA checkpoint more times than I care to remember. Ive been mad at the TSA for the intrusion of my time and privacy - the poor recipients of a system put in place because terror reigns in our world. They were in fact just doing their job and doing it well. I feel bad now for anytime I might have expressed my anger for having to take my shoes off, or even get a pat down. Because there they are, unprotected, trusting that none of us will do them harm beyond our words. Then yesterday. Another game changer. Anger goes beyond words and becomes action. Fatal action. My heart goes out to the TSA agent who, in the line of duty, unarmed, ultimately protecting us, is gunned down. He is a father of two which makes it all the more devastating for me personally. Two children now without their father. Two children who are already looking at a mad world... now gone madder. I want to be angry. I want to be angry at the angry people who would bring terror to our world that made all of this, the need for security at an airport a necessity. I want to be angry at an angry kid taking into his hands some strange sense of delivering justice for an angry country. I want to be angry at his parents for not bringing up their son right. Lots of anger. Im angry my weekend is now filled with anger. Stop. Right now. Whats that I hear? Love? Let love replace the anger? Mom, is that you? God? Breath. Love. We cant let the anger consume us, it simply breeds more anger. Like a cancer, out of control, it eats through all that is good, quickly, deadly. Let the light in. Love. Light. Celebrate! That is what my mom would have said, celebrate. Not this terrible tragedy of course, but all that is GOOD. And there is good, right there, side by side, a brother to this tragedy. There is good in this world. More good than bad. How many people yesterday elevated the lives of those around them? We didnt hear those stories, but there were many, I assure you. Yes, there is good in the world. There is light. And there is love. Feed on that. Thats not to say forget yesterday, by no means. In fact pray, pray hard for the family of this man who was taken too early in life, serving us, protecting us. Their lives need prayer, and love. An abundance of love. Love. Pray for the family of the angry young shooter. Though we may think they did a bad job bringing up their kid, there but for the Grace of God go I. We dont know that. We dont know their story. Pray for them. Their worlds too are not changed forever. Darkness filling their home. More anger brewing both in and out of that place. Fill it with love. Lesson. Not the lesson, but a lesson nonetheless. For me. I will look at these people, the TSA, dressed in blue, unarmed, who while they may annoy me from time to time, are simply there to protect me. I will smile at them now, and nod, like mom would do, and silently let them know I care, and Im grateful. Yes, the world has seemingly gone crazy. We get mad at our government. We get mad at those who act out against it. We get mad at those bring terror to our world. Its a mad world in need of love. Not anger. From all. Its a glorious weekend here. Some yard work and building to do. God gave me a great gift in an ability to use my hands, so today I will honor that gift and put them to good use. Love.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 14:39:14 +0000
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