In reference to the tragedy which occurred in Boston yesterday, a wise man who first earned my respect when I went to high school with his daughters and built upon that respect many fold in all the years following high school with his advice, mentoring, generosity, and assistance in so many ways made a profound post on social media yesterday. Simply, “Terror has struck, pray.”
Everybody has their conspiracy theories and suspects, but for the time being let’s not forget the immediate. A number of people were injured, some severely, and some people lost their lives. Friends and family of those killed and injured are hurting. Until facts are known, let’s focus on comforting and healing the victims. Regardless of personal or political feelings or ideology, the individual or individuals who perpetrated this crime are sick, good-for-nothing, [insert whatever expletives or words you want] and regardless of how anyone here feels about Jindal, Obama, or any political labeling which accompanies any statement today, I seriously doubt any of us would freely associate with this or these deranged psychopaths who harmed these innocent bystanders regardless of their politics or reasons.
Terror has struck, but terror is not limited to one group or thought. Prayer can communicated in writing, spoken, or silent. It can be directly to God, through Jesus Christ, or an announced or silent thought of wishing those victims comfort and courage. I personally believe God exists and hears everything. If your faith is different, please exercise your beliefs in asking for and trying to instill comfort and courage for those hurting. Whether you believe in God or not, or any existence or lack thereof of some higher power, I think we all understand, appreciate, and sadly, at times take for granted the power of simple kindness and compassion in times of grief or turmoil.
Sadly these tragic events happen in other areas of the world as well and often with a greater frequency. In a way it’s understandable that we often open our eyes more to events closer to our home. When you ponder thought, it really doesn’t matter who or where. As John Donne observed many years ago “any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” Regardless of where or who, what matters, close or afar is care.