We watched The Strange Life of Timothy Green last night. It caused a moment of greater appreciation between the adults here and our 8 year old son. At the conclusion of the film he was moved to an authentic, spontaneous, tear filled expression of how he much he misses his sister. A sister whom he has never met physically. Carrie and I decided to use this opportunity of honesty to begin discussion about yesterdays events at Sandy Hook. He somehow avoided hearing the news for the entirety of the day.
Here, we are no stranger to grief. In my 41 years I have rarely made it through a 12 month period without attending a funeral. The first time I carried a casket it was for my 13 year old cousin who chose not to carry on her young life. Two years ago we received a phone call on Christmas Eve that a dear friend of ours had been brutally murdered a few hours prior. This year another close cousin of mine was taken by the cancer that she had fought for 2 years.
So, like many of you, grief seems to feel the need to provide frequent reminders that it is never too far away. The challenge rises when our grief is compounded by such a senseless act as the murder of small children. When a question seems to big to answer or resolution seemingly unobtainable, we might yield to the immensity of the giant. Our concern might paralyze our action. I pray we fight for both peace in community as well as peace of mind and heart. First for those in Newtown and then for the rest of our world and country.