…But I do.  Today that’s exactly what I want to do.  I want to drive around in an aluminum cube van with Jesse Pinkman’s huge freaking magnet and whisk away your fully and semi-automatic weapons.  And you know what?  If this happens to cause one of your 30-round magazines to rip through a portion of your soft tissue as it hurtles toward the truck, I’m actually okay with that.

I realize this is very, very wrong of me.  As a follower of Christ this is a shameful feeling for me to indulge secretly, much less pronounce publicly.  I am commanded to love my enemies.  I am supposed to show love to those who want to harm my loved ones and me–not to mention those with whom I simply disagree.  And yet I still don’t care.  I am angry.  I am bitterly saddened by the stupid and horrific event that took place early this morning in Denver, Colorado.  I understand that many people were able to escape when the gunman paused to reload.  The “arms” that our constitution’s framers were referring to needed to be reloaded after each shot.  In their day, this berserker would have gotten off one round and then my arthritic 89-year-old mother would have had time to tackle him and split his jaw open on the back of a theater seat before he could have even dropped the little ball into the barrel.  So those of you who scream and shout about your second amendment rights—this is, essentially, what you are defending: Children being shot because they wanted to see the new Batman movie.

I’m sorry.  God please forgive me.  I imagine I may be a little less angry tomorrow.