The Sun Rises...
...over Happy Valley.
One of the interesting aspects of life is the picking up of the pieces after tragedy strikes.
It isn't easy to do.
When multiple people are involved in a tragedy it is imperative that they step through the healing process at roughly the same pace, or resentment and anger is displaced and the tragedy spirals.
Stepping together is difficult. Nearly impossible. Parents who suffer a tragedy don't make it through, usually.
The sun will rise over Happy Valley no matter how unhappy everyone is.
The most difficult aspect of a tragedy is to internalize it and try and make sense. It is so difficult for a rational mind to understand the workings of an irrational person. What may be even more disconcerting is attempting to make sense of God's plan when the answers are not available.
At all.
No matter how we want them to be.
There are people who are drawn to serial killers. For every ten people who are disgusted by the evil that lurks around 3 out of 4 corners there is someone who thinks its sort of cool.
Why would the masses continue to cheer?
Because they don't understand.
Much about anything.
I've lived long enough now to know that the next horrific event is right around the bend. No matter how many rivers we cross there will be another river ahead.
We have to keep crossing them, hoping that we don't lose each other along the way.
Hoping that we don't lose hope.
Hoping that maybe we have learned from the latest horrific act.
And begging God to be merciful because like I said yesterday:
We are a mess right now.
But the sun will rise again.
Over Happy Valley.
One of the interesting aspects of life is the picking up of the pieces after tragedy strikes.
It isn't easy to do.
When multiple people are involved in a tragedy it is imperative that they step through the healing process at roughly the same pace, or resentment and anger is displaced and the tragedy spirals.
Stepping together is difficult. Nearly impossible. Parents who suffer a tragedy don't make it through, usually.
The sun will rise over Happy Valley no matter how unhappy everyone is.
The most difficult aspect of a tragedy is to internalize it and try and make sense. It is so difficult for a rational mind to understand the workings of an irrational person. What may be even more disconcerting is attempting to make sense of God's plan when the answers are not available.
At all.
No matter how we want them to be.
There are people who are drawn to serial killers. For every ten people who are disgusted by the evil that lurks around 3 out of 4 corners there is someone who thinks its sort of cool.
Why would the masses continue to cheer?
Because they don't understand.
Much about anything.
I've lived long enough now to know that the next horrific event is right around the bend. No matter how many rivers we cross there will be another river ahead.
We have to keep crossing them, hoping that we don't lose each other along the way.
Hoping that we don't lose hope.
Hoping that maybe we have learned from the latest horrific act.
And begging God to be merciful because like I said yesterday:
We are a mess right now.
But the sun will rise again.
Over Happy Valley.
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