My heart grows numb to violence. The news is sad, more killing and in its wake my fears grow, not for my own safety, but for where this will end. I see posts of hate flooding the networks, irresponsible, deluded men proclaimed heroes. (To be murdered, tragedy though it is, does not make one a hero, nor a martyr of free speech.) A hero is one who gives or endangers his life for others or a worthy cause. Heroes should not be devalued this way, they are worthy of our respect. These men, dreadful as their murder was were not.
Now the hate on both sides will grow, fanned by media coverage, moderates will be pushed from influence. I have travelled enough to know terrorists are not made by mere religious fanatics; the seeds are too often sown and watered by the actions of western, supposedly Christian, nations. Were we true Christians the lies of our adversaries would find no ground to grow. My heart bleeds not only for the dead but for those who will die because of this in years to come.