As I sat this morning trying to get ready for work with the morning news on, it became a battle between me and my eyeliner, which was doing its best to run off my face before I even finished the first application. Every time I read a story, or watch a news segment, or see a picture, I end up in a puddle of tears. I’ve tried to figure out the best way to talk about what happened Friday in Newtown, CT at Sandy Hook Elementary School. Should I give my thoughts on gun control, or mental health care in this country, or perhaps on the way media cover these tragic events, or recap the President’s moving words to a gathered crowd last night. None of it seems quite right. So I think the best thing I can do is just to remember those lost and state what I know to be true.
I know that we live in a world where evil is present, but there is also good abounding around us. And there is good because of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, whose birth we are readying ourselves to celebrate in a few short days. I know that 27 wonderful souls were lost Friday, but that they are resting safe in the Father’s arms today. I know there were incredible acts of bravery and valor that took place throughout Sandy Hook Elementary that morning. I know that God has plans to see us prosper and have hope and a future and in that truth, I know that none of this tragedy comes from Him. I know that no matter how many explanations we come up with, or diagnoses we can pin on the killer, or laws we can sign into action we will never truly be able to make sense of what has happened in our country, in Newtown, Friday morning.
I know that the very best way we can honor those who we have lost, is to remember their names, each and every one of them, and to take every opportunity to hear their stories. I’ve been overwhelmed listening to the family members speak about their children, and grandmothers, and teachers they’ve lost and how they so desperately want the world to know what wonderful humans each one was. Let’s honor their memory by listening and loving and never forgetting those lost. And let’s vow to do everything we can to make sure this doesn’t happen again.
With that, I leave you with the names of those lost. Read them and remember them.
Anne Marie Murphy
photo by Mike Brand