Friday at lunch I heard of this tragedy in Newtown, CT, and instantly one man’s violence reached out and interrupted my heart.
It is a season of celebrating
a babe in a manger
who brings love…
questions pierce my mind
Where does this kind of violence come from?
Can it be stopped?
Please, dear God, let it end.
What kind of pain, creates this kind of violence?
not needing another
clinging to self-righteousness
feeding the need for power…
More than 2,000 years ago a babe in a manager pierced a world of darkness. Wise men seeking to find this babe revealed a king’s inner pain and fear. The result? An act of violence that stunned a nation…
“When Herod found out that the wise men from the east had tricked him, he was very angry. He gave orders for his men to kill…”
Families, friends and strangers were pierced with pain…
“A sound was heard in Ramah (a hill),
weeping and much lament.
Rachel weeping for her children,
Rachel refusing all solace,
Her children gone,
dead and buried.”
So I weep, joining my tears with parents I do not know.
I am angry, joining my desire for justice with a nation.
But mostly I am sad, so sad as I am reminded once again that violence is
created from pain,
it never makes sense.
It always brings confusion.
So I pause
knowing my soul is pierced
seeking something more…
A babe in a manger, God’s very own, was sent to pierce the darkness of this world with love.
No wonder violence pierces our hearts so deeply. It reminds us all that we are created for something more….LOVE.