Reporters, newsmen and women, city officials, first responders, high government representatives, priests, rabbis . . . no-one can speak without emotion stopping the words in their tracks. 9/11 was filled with shock and awe and a disbelief followed by immense sorrow, but this is different. This sorrow invades in another kind of way. It is so deep that it surpasses outrage.
Other than just the beauty of caring humanity, the best thing I have seen coming out of this horror story was a comment a Congressional minister made. He was present in the firehouse when the parents were told the fate of their children. The wave of immediate bereftment was a tsunami. The minister said he (clearly as affected as everyone else) had during that surreal time the awareness "this is holy ground." He didn't talk a lot to the reporter about what he meant by that statement, but I get it. The magnitude of feeling and temptation to be drowned by despair was so great that the only alternative was to believe that despite all appearances, Love is in charge. At a time like this, that takes the hardest leaning on Faith imaginable. Not all are capable of that, but it was clear to me, this minister was. Many who cannot have that Faith themselves can lean on him as he holds the space for them. It is not about words, or concepts or even beliefs. It is about the ability to trust that our feeling deeply about Life is worth it. By the way, having Faith, strong Faith, is very hard work.
It is too soon to talk of the good that can come from this event. Way too soon. But it is not too soon to talk about the power of people loving each other as they try to figure out how to walk out of hell. I am so grateful that reporters and media people were so affected they could hardly do their job.
What this nation (and the world, for that fact) currently share is a form of union no one wants, but it is union and I don't think will be soon forgotten. Those children are going into our hearts where we have no defences and they will live there instead of in their own developing bodies . Our hearts will not let us fall back asleep, I predict.
Other than just the beauty of caring humanity, the best thing I have seen coming out of this horror story was a comment a Congressional minister made. He was present in the firehouse when the parents were told the fate of their children. The wave of immediate bereftment was a tsunami. The minister said he (clearly as affected as everyone else) had during that surreal time the awareness "this is holy ground." He didn't talk a lot to the reporter about what he meant by that statement, but I get it. The magnitude of feeling and temptation to be drowned by despair was so great that the only alternative was to believe that despite all appearances, Love is in charge. At a time like this, that takes the hardest leaning on Faith imaginable. Not all are capable of that, but it was clear to me, this minister was. Many who cannot have that Faith themselves can lean on him as he holds the space for them. It is not about words, or concepts or even beliefs. It is about the ability to trust that our feeling deeply about Life is worth it. By the way, having Faith, strong Faith, is very hard work.
It is too soon to talk of the good that can come from this event. Way too soon. But it is not too soon to talk about the power of people loving each other as they try to figure out how to walk out of hell. I am so grateful that reporters and media people were so affected they could hardly do their job.
What this nation (and the world, for that fact) currently share is a form of union no one wants, but it is union and I don't think will be soon forgotten. Those children are going into our hearts where we have no defences and they will live there instead of in their own developing bodies . Our hearts will not let us fall back asleep, I predict.
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