I’ve been beating myself up all day for having not written about the tragedy at the Orlando nightclub Pulse until now.

But then, I haven’t really had the words needed to write about it until now either.

My heart is broken.


The Pulse massacre makes me wonder if attacks like this will ever end.

In the wake of this act of hatred (because it is just that), it’s hard for me to muster up an idea for a blog when the massacre of 50 innocent people is at the forefront.

That’s because when the chickens come home to roost, what we buy and sell isn’t important.

But love is.

In times like these I remember the words of the magnificent Martin Luther King Jr. He once said that, “The time is always right to do what is right.” Now, more than ever, we must embrace this wisdom.

If ever there was a time, we need to wake up because we’ve been sleep walking for far too long.

Must we wait for another Pulse catastrophe to kick start our hearts?

We have a pattern — monumental events shake us out of our day-to-day routine.

I look back at the course of my life and the events that served as an alarm clock for my state of being. 9/11 was one such event. (Reaching further back, Vietnam and Watergate also come to mind.) I can still recall the way the clouds looked that September morning, what I was wearing and what I ate for breakfast. I can see in my mind’s eye the expressions on the faces of those in my immediate life who experienced fear and fright with me, and the grainy newscast we watched on edge at work. I bet you can recall the details of your day too. That’s because we were awake and united, if just for a minute.

The Pulse shooting brings me right back to that place of seeking cultural unity.

I plead: How many more Pulse shootings do we need to have? Or like the one in Paris? How many Newtowns, Columbines, Auroras and Charlestons (just a smattering of the American mass shootings)?

When will it end?

I am reminded again of the words of King, whose prophetic vision rules the day:

“And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

               Free at last! Free at last!

                 Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

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