Today is yet again a sad day. I cannot imagine what the parents of the slain children in Connecticut are going through. I cannot imagine what the classmates are going through. I cannot imagine what the school is going through. I cannot imagine what the town is going through. I cannot imagine.
A shooting like this is my working definition of unimaginable. And yet I know I say that from a place of privilege. Much of the world is torn the violence of poverty, of war, of hunger. I don’t live in that world. And although often I feel the weight of guilt about that I have to admit that when I think about my children being safe I am truly thankful for all that has been given me. And a shooting like this shakes me to my core.
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I am struggling today with this world. I am brought to my knees in sorrow and pain. Children, for God’s sake, CHILDREN were killed – and in an area of the world not directly fraught with poverty and war.
I am struggling with my fear for my children, for your children, for their children. I am brought to my knees in fear.
I could get angry. It wouldn’t take much. I could rise up from my knees screaming and yelling angry at the shooter, at guns, at people who support our violent society, at … It wouldn’t take much to get me off my knees.
But it is on my knees I find my faith. Faith is the hope that when I fall on my knees someone or something will catch me or at least hold me up. I have faith that my God will catch me when I fall. I have faith that my community will hold me up. Because of that I know I can fall on my knees and not fall apart.
So right now right here I will fall on my knees in pain and sorrow, in fear. And while I am here I will pray, for the children who have died and especially for their parents. I will pray that they may find someone or something to catch them when they fall on their knees. I will pray for the school children who survived and their parents may they hold each other up. I will pray for the town that it can be a true community. I will pray for the clergy and congregations in that town. No one can make sense of this but perhaps those religious communities can be places of safe haven.
Tomorrow I will get up off my knees. I will get up and I will be angry. And I pray that I let my anger fuel some constructive activism. But tonight I am on my knees praying. God knows this world needs it.