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.

Carol Price

Red Leaf Boulevard

Moncks Corner