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Wednesday, March 25, 1998
Livin' On the Fault Line Our children are screaming and it is as if no one can hear them. Another town, another school, gunshots and more dead students; this time two teachers also fall victim to the ambush. Our mouths drop in disbelief, and once again we are stunned. We just don't get it yet, do we, why children are taking up arms and firing into crowds with no regard for the lives they are forever disrupting in an instant. Yesterday's rampage at a Jonesboro, Arkansas, middle school -- just 79 miles from our town -- sent shock waves that had not been felt since a similar incident occurred Dec. 1 in West Paducah, Kentucky. Both occurrences took place in towns close to ours, towns that feel like home. These towns sit with ours in the heart of the New Madrid Fault zone, where a horrific earthquake took place in 1811-1812 and another is imminent. On a fault line, unseen pressure builds until it explodes in one of Earth's most violent reactions. No one can predict when the rampage will come; seemingly, no one can prevent it. And no one is safe, not really. Consider also a spiritual fault zone where pressure is building amid children lost in the cracks of our modern world, one in which video games keep body counts, violence is an art form and tragedy brings fame. These children, The Lost Boys of our time, perhaps are not unlike yours or mine in many ways, except that beneath the surface, there are rumblings turning their hearts to stone. Inside our children are screaming. And they will be heard, one way or another. Today's Links:
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