I cannot explain nor can I understand the cause of this tragedy. I can stand silently in support of those families, friends and fellow townspeople of the victims in Newtown, Connecticut; I can witness their suffering and honor their pain by taking some to my heart. Because I cannot imagine the depth of their sorrow, I doubt my desire to honor that pain will have much effect.
I feel the same today as I did on and in the days after another tragic day, September 11th, 2001.
I remember how many of us came together in peace and a recognition of our fragile humanity at that time. There was a spirit of honesty when the goodness that potentially resides within each one of us rose to the surface. A smile or an act of simple kindness meant so very, very much in easing our suffering.
And now this terrible thing happens. We are reminded how terribly cruel the world, the universe, and humans can be.
No matter your religion, you cannot help, I think, to be touched by the season of kindness, giving, and sharing of joy at this time of year. Maybe it is a deep-seated need embedded in our human culture, and not just the result of one religion’s celebration.
I think the best we can do to honor those who have lost their lives and those who suffer as a result is to reach down into that deep reserve of kindness and, yes, love, within our human selves. Truly, ’tis the season. Reach out to your fellow human and remember kindness and love. Do it not for the personal joy you will experience as a result; do it instead to honor this tragedy, to remember the depth of human suffering that exists in this cruel world everyday and for hope. Because hope in our human goodness is all that we really have left.