It’s personal
When the morning sun shines on a child’s face
It’s personal
Not because the sun is a person
But because the child is.
When the cold winter wind whispers Christmas carols in our ears
It’s personal
Not because the wind is a person
But because we are.
When deafening shots ring out across the nation
It’s personal
Not because our guns are persons
But because we are
Even as we wear the wounds of our devices.
When God holds the precious flicker of each budding life
It’s personal
Not because God is a person as such
But because we are
Even as we witness these lights snuffed out for no reason anyone can fathom.
To do, or not to do
To shoot, or not to shoot
To hold a gun, or hold a hand
To safe guard life, or neglect its least among us
To be, as compassionate human persons, or not to be
These are the questions.
But, I’m sorry to say, these are not God’s questions
For what God could ponder to permit the pierce of a child’s beating heart
No, these questions remain, as always
Our sacred and solemn concern and duty as persons.
For God simply is, God always is
God is our great and everlasting embrace of all that is
And we are reminded in this our time of senseless loss and deepest sorrow
Of those mysterious words
Which speak a transforming power
Of rest and peace in God’s unending embrace
And for us
This eternal embrace
O f those we have lost, and of we who remain
Which speak a transforming power
Of rest and peace in God’s unending embrace
Is profoundly personal.
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