I preached a few weeks ago on the stumbling blocks that we set before our children: guns. Their prevalence and power have become stumbling blocks to our children, and blinders to keep us focused on fear. We hurtle headlong into tragedies like this weekend’s shooting of a 12-year-old, Tamir, in a Cleveland park, by police responding to a 911 call about a young person with a (possibly fake or toy) gun:

A child, swinging the
weight of the world in his hands;
a child left swinging.

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