I first heard the news from Lahore while I was prepping my sermon for Sunday, just before I came across a quote from Frederick Buechner:
“Even though he said the greater blessing is for those who can believe without seeing, it’s hard to imagine that there’s a believer anywhere who wouldn’t have traded places with Thomas, given the chance, and seen that face and heard that voice and touched those ruined hands.”
It’s near impossible not to have sympathy for this when you hear of children slaughtered by a suicide bomber while celebrating Easter, impossible not to want to see those ruined hands reaching out to show that the world isn’t doomed to hopelessness and violence.
And there are no words that feel adequate, it feels more appropriate to sit in silence. But that silence can be damning when we lit up monuments in the light of attacks on Brussels and Paris.
We share a common humanity, and I share a common faith with many of the victims, and I can’t offer anything more than scribblings on a blog and an affirmation that those murdered yesterday are my brothers and sisters in humanity, my brothers and sisters in faith. And offer thoughts and prayers for those going through hell right now.
And through the bonds of that shared humanity, may we all hope and pray and work and fight for peace; may a shattered world be made new.