It’s Sunday morning and countless numbers of people are going to various houses of worship, and they keep on shooting. It’s the first day of the workweek and millions of people are returning to their places of employment, and they keep on shooting. It’s Tuesday and the week has gotten off to its regular challenging start, and they keep on shooting. Wednesday looks like it always does, bringing with it the opportunity to coast through the rest of the week, and they keep on shooting. Thursday brings confidence that we have done well so far this week, and they keep on shooting. Friday brings visions of joy and rest for the next two days ahead, and they keep on shooting. Saturday is that day to expend enormous amounts of energy to catch up on chores and spend precious time with family, and they keep on shooting. Sunday rolls around again and the cycle commences again, and they aren’t exhausted of shooting.
Fordyce, Arkansas, a small hamlet of just over three thousand people. A place nestled somewhere deep in the heart of country that God must love, because no one outside of Arkansas has a clue where it is. Fordyce is a place in my great state. The people of Fordyce did all that we all do each day of the week, not conscious of the they that keeps on shooting. Then, on this past Friday, they entered the one and only grocery market in town where they decided to have target practice. So far four dead and seven injured to various levels of harm. Who would have thought that they would disturb the tranquility of Fordyce, Arkansas. Some did say that this doesn’t happen here, but they don’t care about the location, because they just keep on shooting. I know it’s not true, but they seem almost omnipresent.
They just keep on shooting…
I’m old and blessed…hope you will be too.