How do we make sense of madness when there is no logic to be found in the acts of a madman?
Once again, the world has been rocked by news of a mass shooting. Images and stories of the terror-filled night in Orlando fill our TV screens.
At times like this, the world seems to be spinning out of control. Hate and fear and death appear to be gaining the upper hand. We can’t make sense of anything and we hardly know what to say, or what to think, or what to do.
May I suggest, that perhaps we can do this.
We can stop the gun debate long enough to clean the blood from the ground.
We can quit posturing and arguing long enough for loved ones to plan a funeral.
We can offer condolences and prayers without pointing fingers.
We can put aside our hatred of one another long enough to bury the dead.
We can silence the debate and rhetoric for just one day.
We can pause to honor each life lost with a breath, a prayer, a tear.
We can stand with the LGBTQ community while they mourn.
If this was my child whose blood had been shed, if this was your friend whose life was cut short, we could not bear to hear anything other than words of love and comfort at such a time. Anything other than the tenderest of voices would crush our spirit even further.
So, to the mothers and fathers, the brothers and sisters, the friends and spouses and lovers who have suffered the deepest of losses, we extend our hands in comfort, our hearts in love and our voices in prayer. May you find comfort where none can be found.