Out of tragedy, comes hope

For over forty-eight hours now, I have been trying to wrap my head around the events that took place in Newtown, CT. I have had people ask me when I was going to write about this tragic situation and how I was going to be able to put it into perspective.

The truth is, I have been looking at a blank screen for two days, as there are no words to be able to express the depth of this impact throughout our world.

As I write, I still don’t know what to say. But I know I must try.

On Friday, I cried many tears – more than I have cried in a long time.

I mourned the children who were slain, and the parents that will have to live with this reality for the rest of their lives.

I cried for the administration who diligently gave their greatest efforts, and lost their lives while trying to protect these innocent children.

I cried for the survivors, first responders, the community, and the people across the world that were faced with the same news that left me feeling helpless and paralyzed.

I cried for the unopened Christmas presents, the final hugs goodbye, and the empty chairs that will never be filled at the dinner table.

I cried for my own children, that they are living in a world filled with such evil; I prayed for the words that could somehow help them understand these events, and still allow them to feel safe and secure.

Today, as I continue to mourn, I have to believe that there is a message in this tragedy for all of us and we must embrace it with a sense of hope. We have a responsibility to respond so that these children did not die in vain, but rather they gave us a renewed perspective on how we choose to live our lives each and every day.

So often we forget that we are blessed with such abundance around us – and I do not speak of financial abundance. I speak of love.

Through this tragedy, we have been brought together as parents and moral human beings around our globe. We have cried together, prayed together and now we must heal together. We must come together to create a positive impact in our world.

Imagine if each and every one of us made a commitment today, to make a choice to live our life through love; a life where we were there to help one another, free of judgment and manipulation.

To do anything less, we allow evil to conquer and these children will be forgotten as time goes by.

Already, people have resumed their lives. We will go back to work and to school and we will continue to wrap ourselves in this holiday season. We will move forward to just another day.

But this tragic event can simply never be forgotten; we have a responsibility to keep the memory of these victims alive.

Last week at our Sunday service, our pastor spoke to us about why God would allow evil into our world. I have asked myself this question many times throughout my life, and for the first time, I gained a bit of perspective.  “God allows evil in the world, to allow us to desire something more.”

This event has changed me to my core.

I desire more.

The question now becomes, “What am I going to do about it?”

What are you going to do about it?