December 15, 2012 44 Comments
There are no words to say, unspeakable horror is just that, unspeakable. This is the day that only God can provide comfort for, 20 kids and six adults, shot dead in a school. God help us all. They have no idea of motive, well how could they. What motive could justify this even in a deranged mind. There is only God. The Anchoress, Elizabeth Scalia said what can be said, far better than I.
Newtown and the God who Knows
Words fail at this terrible news, somehow made all the more tragic for the season.
Christmas is coming. These beautiful children, who likely had written their letters to Santa, or perhaps had opened a new window in an Advent calendar before going to school, are lost to us — now — in these weeks where nothing gives us a sense of promise, a future and a hope, than a child’s smile.
God help us.
In Advent, the days are short; the light is scarce and darkness gathers more fully every day. And today it nearly encompasses our hearts. We need light; we need illumination, because we do not understand.
Striking a match, by the flickering light of our Advent candles tonight, we sing:
O Come, O Come Emmanuel/and ransom captive Israel/that mourns in lonely exile, here/until the son of God appear.
Tonight all I can see is that word, “Isra-el”
Your name will no longer be Jacob but Israel [He Struggles With God], because you have struggled with God and with men-and you have won.” (Gen 32:28)
We all of us struggle, every day, with God and with mankind. Today, our name is Israel, and we struggle.
The chant, then, resonates more deeply:
O Come, O Come God-With-Us/and ransom we who struggle with you, with men/and mourn in lonely exile, here/until the God-Who-Knows appear.
God help us. There are no words. No one has new wisdom. We are broken and in our wounds evil enters in and battles goodness, and all I can do is run to the crucifix and bend low before it and remember these parents, these children, in my prayers, and turn to Christ and his Mother, who understand.
Anger at God is normal. And God has big shoulders, He can take it.
I have found that when it is too much to think of God, it’s easier to think of Mary, who “never did anything to deserve it,” -who spent her whole life only saying “yes” to Him, and in service to His biggest project, ever- but who still had to stay at the foot of her son’s cross and watch him die a most horrible death, after having endured terrible cruelty.
Even she didn’t know what was going to happen next. A mother grieves the unbearable loss of her son, through Passover, and then goes to anoint his body only to find it gone!
What sort of torment is this? Then he is back (!) but he is no longer hers alone, if he had ever been – and for the rest of her life, as she watches His church take shape and form, and helps where she can, she still has all of those memories – the memories a mother cherishes – of an infant tugging at the collar of her gown, looking to nurse, of her son and his loving six-year-old hugs, the scraped knees, the scampish days, the meals they shared. None of this could have been easy for Mary to remember or to reconcile with her human self, or her maternity. He is God. But he was her son, and always will be. He is her son. Her little lad. Her God.
And this is why we call Mary the “Help of Christians.” When it gets very hard, when we feel a little disconnected from God, whether we want to be disconnected or not, when we feel we have been given an unjust burden, we can look at Mary and realize that yes, she kept the faith, but she knew everything we know about how hard life can be. She’s lived through it, and if we ask her to, she’ll pray for us in our suffering.
The cross. The Mother. The Son. Nothing in the Gospels is extraneous, or there without purpose. It is all meant for us, for our understanding and our consolation, too.
Continue reading Newtown and the God who Knows.
How did our society produce such monsters, two in this week alone. The guns as always, will be a target but, they are no more than tools, those same tools, in other hands could have saved those children. The perpetrators, I dislike the word but what else can one call them, would have killed with a knife, or a stick, or his bare hands; the hand that holds the tool, defines the use it is put to.
I think a lot of it is our society. We have taken personal responsibility away from people, to the point that there supposedly educated people claiming that we have no free will, that we are nothing but automatons programmed to do what we do. I don’t need to tell you how obscene that view is but, it has been put forward in all seriousness. It’s obscene because it completely eliminates the concept of good and evil, not to mention criminality. It reduces us to a jungle animal, looking out only for ourselves.
But you know as terrible as this atrocity is, to me it pales in comparison with the 3,315 babies who were poisoned or dismembered alive today, in the safest place they will ever know, their mother’s womb. Think about that as we go through advent, every day in the United States we kill more than 3300 babies and if they happen to survive we allow them to starve and then throw them in a dumpster. But that’s apparently all right. What, exactly is the difference?
The Anchoress referred to Our Lady above, and several of us have talked about her lately. Here was a woman, a girl really, who, simply because Gabriel told her so, carried in her the Son of God himself. If Joseph had wished, she would have been stoned, for that was the prescribed punishment for an unmarried pregnant woman.
What, exactly has our society devolved into, that it thinks it’s all right to murder babies? And how is it worse if they are 5 years old?
I think we need all of us to beg God for forgiveness for what we have allowed our society to become.
In the Anglican Ordinariate coming down from the preVatican 2 Roman Catholic Church there is a 13th century Latin Poem translated in the 19th century to English, it is used as the sequence in the requiem mass, I find it most appropriate, this is it
God help us all.
- VIDEO: President Obama Tears Up During Emotional Press Conference on Newtown School Shooting (foxnewsinsider.com)
- Western Connecticut Jews look to help community cope after shooting that killed 20 local kids (timesofisrael.com)
- A Psalm for a Moment of Tragedy (bobcornwall.com)
- Newtown, CT – We Mourn Your Loss (salmonfishingqueen.wordpress.com)