Commentary: Someone walks into a church with a gun. Should you fear for your life?
I had never imagined my own murder until one morning in January at the small church my husband and I attend in northern Alabama. I am sitting in the back pew in the church the Sunday after Epiphany. A man with a military-style haircut opens the front door. The service is almost over. He smiles at me over his face mask as he quietly closes the door. I smile back with my eyes. He whispers, “Can ...
by Lanier Scott Isom, Los Angeles Times
Mar 15, 2022
3 minutes
I had never imagined my own murder until one morning in January at the small church my husband and I attend in northern Alabama.
I am sitting in the back pew in the church the Sunday after Epiphany. A man with a military-style haircut opens the front door. The service is almost over. He smiles at me over his face mask as he quietly closes the door. I smile back with my eyes. He whispers, “Can I sit here?” nodding to the
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