This week was a rattler.
The bombings at the finish line of the Boston Marathon sent a ripple through our nerves, through our families and communities.
I heard from people whose children were there, a block or two from the finish line, heard the explosions, ran for dear life. Walked miles and miles to get home.
One parishioner wrote that her sister-in-law took a huge hunk of shrapnel to her leg and is already on surgery number two. Another wrote that her niece, a ballerina in college, had her legs cut out from under her at the finish line. Four surgeries and the doctors are worried about amputation.
Everyone’s asking Why? We’re all back to that same place, wondering how humans are capable of such barbarity, wondering what kind of world we live in, what kind of God we’ve got.
I wonder all those same things. I have no answer. Here is all I know:
Hatred never wins. Alleluia.
Violence never triumphs at the last. Alleluia.
Forgiveness always, always dissolves bitterness. Alleluia.
Mercy trumps revenge every single time. Alleluia.
The weakest blessing overturns the strongest, loudest curse. Alleluia.
And here is the last, best thing I know:
Fear is no match for love. Alleluia.
Don’t live one moment outside the kingdom of love. Life, as we know by now, is way too short for anything less.