It’s hard to write a blog after a horrible crime is committed. Twenty-six people getting massacred, most of them little children, has cast a pall over our nation. Ironically, the 3rd Sunday of Advent which we just celebrated is called Rejoice Sunday. The reading from Philippians is especially appropriate to be read on this day:
“Rejoice in the Lord always; I shall say it again, Rejoice! Your kindness should be known to all. The Lord is near. Have no anxiety at all, but in everything with prayer and petition and thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
It was pretty hard to feel like rejoicing anywhere after learning what transpired in an elementary school in Connecticut on Friday. There are no good answers to any questions we might have about why this happens - especially this one - how could God let this happen? or where was God in all of this?
I do believe that what helps us ‘see’ God’s presence in all of this is when a father of a 6 year old girl who was killed can say, “I’m not angry...I’m sad.”
...or when people gather to pray at Vigil services or make-shift shrines on the lawn of the local Catholic church.
...or when prayers come in from children in Pakistan who can sympathize with the pain.
We have a custom of lighting a star on our water tower beginning the first Sunday of Advent until Epiphany. As one of our local cooks said to a sister once, “ You sisters are that star to us. You are a beacon of hope and goodness.”
I wandered out to look at that star this evening. You can see it from the highway 3-4 miles away. The ‘real’ stars were overhead in bright array. I’m going to use an old cliche here but during the winter in Clyde, Missouri the stars are so bright you can reach out and touch them. A small group of five of us ventured out last Thursday night to view the meteor shower from the top of our hill. It was freezing cold but it was worth a few numb fingers to catch a glimpse of their beauty. It is a beauty that is very short lived so one must be alert. But many of them elicited 'oohs' and 'ahhs.' Things that are most fragile are the most beautiful because we know they won’t last.
It has to be dark for us to see the beauty of the stars. Too much light hides the beauty during the day.
The only way to survive the darkness in our lives is to be beacons of hope to each other. And that is where God will make himself known.
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