Sometimes, there are no words.
The news of the Connecticut gun fire makes my heart ache for the innocent lives of those children, for the loved ones who lost so much…
For some, it may have been their innocence.
For some, it may have been trust…in people’s goodness, perhaps even in God.
For some, it may have been their world, their joy.
Sometimes, pain can be so visceral. Any hope or peace or joy or love becomes so intangible. All you want is to be held…tightly, closely, securely.
Our national tragedy reminds us all of the brokenness and evil and suffering in this world, maybe even in our world. We want justice. We want answers. We want to know what we can do. We yearn to make things right.
May our own ache, our own loss, our own longing, allow each one of us to “join” our brothers and sisters in Connecticut. May the prayers that we quietly or loudly speak make this advent season even more real, more tangible, more near…
”Come, Lord Jesus, Come. Our world is groaning for more of you. We need your hope, your peace, your joy, your love. Here. Now. In us. Among us. May those who were touched by this tragedy feel held…tightly, closely, securely…by you.”