We feel the earth shudder under the weight of your pain. It has thrown everything off balance. We are desperate to do something to help you. But what? How could we possibly make anything better?
We long to speak words of comfort, but there are no words deep enough, meaningful enough, powerful enough to bring hope or healing.
We stretch out trembling hands towards you, longing to touch where our words can’t reach, to hold you up, to catch your tears.
We observe moments of silence in our workplaces and at sporting events. It is a small attempt to honour you, but we know it in no way compares to the thundering silence that will forever echo in your hearts and homes.
We want to lend you our voices – you who have been forever silenced and you whose throats are already raw. We feel compelled to shout and scream about injustice and gun control and mental health… but for you, it is too late.
We hug our children and kiss our spouses and we wish for some sort of magic that will make this your reality again. That you would not have to hold those moments only in your memory.
What can we do?
The only thing we have been able to do, the only worthwhile thing, is to fall immediately to our knees and lift our tear-streaked faces to heaven. We cry out in hoarse sobs and in unintelligible whispers to the Father whose Son’s life was also violently taken. We pray that He will be real to you as the Almighty God who truly knows the depth of your pain, as the Prince of Peace, the Comforter, the only One who can possibly make anything better.
We will pray. We will mourn with you. And when you are ready, we will help you stand again.