As I read my Friday newspaper, I turn to the pages showing each victim of the church shootings. Each picture depicts a smiling face, reflecting love and compassion. Then as I turn the page, I see a picture of the suspect, his face filled with hate and anger.
On Wednesday night, as the suspect entered the church, I imagine members welcoming him to their prayer service with open arms. I cannot fathom what happened next. I won’t go there. I will just keep in my mind the smiling faces of these wonderful souls.
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