What does one say on a day like today? I don’t want to say anything. But if I don’t say anything, I will burst. 20 babies gone, 7 adults who were caring for them…27 mothers’ children…gone in the blink of an eye by a “madman”…but he wasn’t a “madman” in the fantasy sense of the word. He was a mother’s son, too. He was someone’s baby.
My initial reaction was to once again rage against the too-too-many guns in our world and the too-too-easy way they are available to folks who don’t need them for anything other than mayhem. But it goes much farther than that…and my mind isn’t prepared to completely wrap itself around the enormity of the tragedy.
Against whom or what do we rage? And how do we turn the rage into action that makes a difference?
What a day…what a day…I’m on my way out to lower our flag to half staff…