His Name Was Cannon Hinnant

Friday, August 14, 2020 10:29 AM

By Mario J. Lomuscio

Last Sunday, I came across one of the most tragic stories I’ve ever had the misfortune to read. A precious young boy of only five years of age was riding his bike with his sisters, when his neighbor (25) approached the child, put a gun to this angel’s head, and executed him in cold blood and in broad daylight. 

I meant to write about this sooner, but I honestly couldn’t piece together the words to adequately convey my thoughts. I still can’t. My soul aches every time I see this precious child. Then I think of my own two sons (both under two years old) and I simply want to cry. My eyes are watering now as my mind plays the scene of a panic stricken father approaching his beautiful boy lying lifeless on the ground. I just can’t. 

How can something like this happen? There really is true evil in this world. Unspeakable hatred and evil. How else to describe this awful story? Just pure evil. I will hold my children tighter tonight and tell them how much I love them, because love is the only thing that can drown out such hatred. That seems to be the only thing that can bring my mind peace when I think about this story: holding my sons tightly and telling them I love them. Even so, there in a dark corner of my mind, I remember that hugging my sons is a luxury that Cannon’s parents have been stripped of. I wish I could hug them too.

Truthfully, I don’t give a damn about the racial component of this incident. What happened was not about black or white. It was about an innocent child robbed of his future; robbed of his inalienable right to life. Any attempts to make it about race draw attention away from a precious child lost. Race has become an idol; a false god that the corrupt media worships. I will take NO part in it. I refuse to hate. I will never let them cause me to forget a nation of brothers and sisters and neighbors, quietly mourning for Cannon. I refuse to forget the love of the community rallying around a family in pain. That love is all that matters. Otherwise, hate wins. 

What happened was the result of a dying culture filled with hatred and malice; manifest in one of the most horrific ways imaginable. An innocent child executed for the crime of riding his bike with his sisters. It’s the result of a culture of death. It’s the inevitable result of a culture that would rather stand in the valley of the shadow death, than kneel in the shadow of the cross. The only way to change that culture is to lay down the hatred that can so easily rise from the ashes of pain and despair; and pick up the Kingdom of heaven by choosing to love instead.  

I pray that Christ may heal our fractured culture. I pray for Cannon’s family. I take solace in knowing that Cannon rests peacefully now in the loving arms of our Savior. Every tear wiped away and alive in pure love. I pray for every father and mother who can’t bear to read what happened. I pray for those in law enforcement and within our criminal justice system who will serve on this case. I pray for my own children and the world they will grow up in, and I ask the Lord to use whatever skills and talents I may have, toward building a culture of life here on earth. For our children, for love and mercy, and for the glory of His kingdom.  

We love you Cannon Hinnant. We love you.