If I think of the most horrific thing I could imagine, my imagination pales to the overwhelming news this morning. Having walked this boulevard in southern France, enjoying the beauty, holiday spirit, and sense of possibilities, I can imagine what it would be like on a holiday of celebration.
So much has been lost.
Lives, some immediate and other slowly over a lifetime.
Innocence, one can never un-know what is known.
Love, the pierced hearts of the families and friends touched by the destructive acts of another will never be a whole as they were.
As I sit quietly, at a loss for words, there are three recurring themes dominating my reflection.
May our lives always be defined by our compassion for one another. In and in spite of our differences, let our compassion lead us in how we react to each other. If one is hurting, I want to start with an embrace. When injustice has occurred, let cry together that we have lost something at the heart of the fabric that binds us.
May we also commit to working towards something better, for every individual. All are to be included, none left behind. I recognize that there are no easy solutions because of the many ways we hurt each other. Great aspirations and dreams call us to do everything in our power to solve the wicked problem in life – for each and every member the family.
May we resolve to stand against Evil in all its forms. This will, at times, call us to battle. It will, at times, demand great sacrifice, even the ultimate. In solidarity, we must act for our communities and our families. We will not always know what to do, but we can respond to the opportunities found in each day. Even as I muster courage and strength within, I pray for help in our great cause; “Clear the ground of sinners – no more godless men and women! O my soul, bless God!” (Psalm 104.35)
The news was too much. I want my response to be the same.
