It’s been a heavy-hearted week, hasn’t it? These are the weeks I hate Facebook. Everyone taking a side, putting up whatever it is they can find to prove their point. It’s ugly.

This week’s attack is hard to comprehend. A man gets angry at his work party, goes home, get his wife, drops off their baby and comes back to slaughter his coworkers of 5 years. Did he pick a fight so he could carry this out? Was his wife just crazy so when he came home angry she was ready to pounce? Will we ever really know?

What I do know is that instead of coming together, looking for common ground in the various viewpoints of the how and why this happened, and using that landing spot as a starting point, we are pointing fingers, arming ourselves and wrapping ourselves in a self-righteous cloak of religious bigotry. As I see the number of posts on Facebook about how people are going to arm themselves against the Muslims and heard about Falwell’s speech last night, I feel sick.

A few times this week, I’ve caught myself humming this song. Funny how the subconscious works. I obviously recognize that we have major issues here in America, but teaching my kids to hate and fear isn’t the way to solve the problems we face. Some of us will have to agree to disagree on this point and that’s ok. But I’m hoping at some point, as Americans we will stop the grandstanding, and come together with good intentions of hearing each other, compromising where we can and uniting to face the threats and challenges, domestically and internationally, that we face. This is the example and lesson I want to teach my children.