some thoughts on boston.

boston marathon

“If we are children of God then we must be gods too. Very small children must be God also. We were made in his image. Why don’t we act like it?”

~ Willie Nelson

An 8-year-old child was killed by the blasts on Monday. It’s time we start thinking a little more about how we’re treating each other.

And I am scared to know who was behind the terrorist attack in Boston. I hope it was no one, or that it was an accident. But we know it wasn’t.

I hope it wasn’t a radical Islamist group. This would set back any progress that we’ve made since 9/11. It would be worse.

Who could be so sick? It was the Boston Marathon. No world trade. No politicians. No big business CEOs. Just people. People who trained all year. People who came from other towns, other states, other countries. People who came from Newtown.

They didn’t get the winners. They had passed through hours before. They got the plodders. The people who probably don’t do this every year or, if they do, are getting a little older now. They got the fans, and friends, and family.

Who does this? Who claims to believe in any sort of higher power, any sort of creator, any just and loving force, and then murders so many of the created, the blessed, the seekers.

Now is a time that we must practice forgiveness. But we, as a nation, have been practicing that a lot lately. Or have been trying to. Do we just keep trying? Do we have an option?

Not to forgive, it seems, is to become like whoever is responsible for this. To be angry. To be violent. To be lost. To be too much of a coward to face your victims once your horrible deed has come to pass.

Anger is ok. Fear is ok. But acting on this anger or this fear would make us no better than whoever did this. No better than the anger and fear that bombed Afghanistan. No better than the anger and fear that has made a whole religious minority feel unwelcome in this country.

Now, as the true toll of this tragedy come to the forefront and the grief takes the place of the panic and the adrenaline, there is only one productive thing that we can begin to do.

To mend.

“Forgiving is not forgetting; it’s actually remembering–remembering and not using your right to hit back. It’s a second chance for a new beginning. And the remembering part is particularly important. Especially if you don’t want to repeat what happened.”

~ Desmond Tutu

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