Over the past few weeks I’ve written about a sick village. There has been little, if any, push back on the theory that our collective village is a deathly ill. None of us can sit back and blindly think it’s not our village. When parishioners can’t enjoy Sunday church service without worrying about who’s walking in the door of the sanctuary, that’s just more evidence. And it’s piling up in every corner of our village. Doesn’t matter where you live — rural, urban — or where you are — out-on-the town or sitting in church. Why worry about terrorists? It’s more likely to be your red, white and blue American-born neighbor who takes you out.