Just as we all took a short pause this week to remember the children of Dunblane, now we must pull together as a family once again.This will not prevent what Israel determines as a nation to do to Iran, it will not stop the senseless terrorism in Syria by its own government, and it won't stop people bashing someone to death for being "gay!".
But every now and again, we must drop our borders, drop our guard and stand as an earth people to mark a tragedy. The bus accident coming home form a skiing holiday has no political or moral overtones. It was a brief holiday to ski whilst there was still snow, and to get away with some school chums to relax and unwind. What happened in that tunnel may never be clear, but for today I am not American, Scottish, or African. Today i am a citizen of the world joining my prayers for the children with horrific injuries, and for the ones not coming home again. So many families in such a small area. The heart wants to scream out "why?", but truly only God knows.
To all the people sometimes overlooked, who had to walk into that tunnel, and give whatever aid and assistance was possible, a special prayer for you, too.
I thank God you were there in some final moments, to at least make them comfortable as possible. I have seen death, but never a child, and that must be a particularly hellish part of your necessary job.
I believe prayer changes things, and so I offer to add mine to yours for everyone involved, even the kids who didn't go on the trip, but lost their teacher and/or friends. This recovery will be slow, and it will be full of pain, but it will end one day. Until then we do what we can, when we can and hug our own kids a little tighter tonight.
Blessings.
But every now and again, we must drop our borders, drop our guard and stand as an earth people to mark a tragedy. The bus accident coming home form a skiing holiday has no political or moral overtones. It was a brief holiday to ski whilst there was still snow, and to get away with some school chums to relax and unwind. What happened in that tunnel may never be clear, but for today I am not American, Scottish, or African. Today i am a citizen of the world joining my prayers for the children with horrific injuries, and for the ones not coming home again. So many families in such a small area. The heart wants to scream out "why?", but truly only God knows.
To all the people sometimes overlooked, who had to walk into that tunnel, and give whatever aid and assistance was possible, a special prayer for you, too.
I thank God you were there in some final moments, to at least make them comfortable as possible. I have seen death, but never a child, and that must be a particularly hellish part of your necessary job.
I believe prayer changes things, and so I offer to add mine to yours for everyone involved, even the kids who didn't go on the trip, but lost their teacher and/or friends. This recovery will be slow, and it will be full of pain, but it will end one day. Until then we do what we can, when we can and hug our own kids a little tighter tonight.
Blessings.
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