I’ve felt speechless ever since Friday morning. The news from Newtown, Connecticut is the sort of news over-used words were designed for: Shocking. Horrible. Tragic. Sickening. Heartbreaking. I know no one in Newtown, but I’m staggered by how profound that city’s grief must be. I cannot imagine what the parents, teachers, friends, families, neighbors, and caretakers in that city are going through right now. Now, the time of year when we are at our busiest, most frantic, and yet most eager to embrace and comfort and love. I have no words of inspiration or understanding that could possibly help to make sense of this great and awful loss of life and innocence, and I’m moved to tears by the words of strength, forgiveness, and love we hear from the parents of children who died.
I’ll probably post a little more sporadically through the rest of this month. I’m at the office round-the-clock, I’ll be traveling at the end of the week, and then, like many of you, there are appointments to make and gatherings and services to attend. I know we’ll all be busy-busy-busy.
Please give hugs. Hold hands. Kiss cheeks. Rock gently. Soothe. Love. We all need a little comfort right now, a little hope and light to bring us out of darkness into joy.