It’s February 16th. On an average, 96 people a day are killed by gunfire in the United States. Yesterday, 17 children were killed in Florida. That leaves 79 others whose names and faces we won’t be seeing online or in print, but they are still dead. It’s February 16th. I’ve had my coffee, let the dogs out, in, out, in again. This morning the Times has an article titled “How Cockroaches Crash Into Walls and Keep Going.” I’m hoping that our government doesn’t deem this piece to be a threat to the nation and pull it. Its February 16th. I have to divert my attention from the political house of mirrors to writing a sermon: “Mental Illness, Gun Control and God,” or “Gun Control, Mental Illness and God,” or “God, Mental Illness and Gun Control”? Thoughts and prayers need to find action through “faith on the ground.” How you define that, whatever your opinions are or what your Godly/spiritual direction is, your voices and actions need to be heard and seen. Its still February 16th. For Lent, I am refusing to be embroiled in the political house of mirrors. Instead: one action. One day and I think I’ll print out the cockroach article just to keep it handy. It’s still February 16th. The dogs are yammering to go out again. They have eyed a squirrel. It’s a good day for them.