“In the midst of life, we are in death. . . . Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer; but spare us, Lord most holy. . . . Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto his glorious body.” – Book of Common Prayer, Burial Service
Last Friday, Elliot Rodger aged 22 killed six people and injured 13 other people before taking his own life. Though this was not the first such , I still find myself surprised. How does one process these events? It is disquieting at best. Unsolvable puzzles are like that. We can probe and poke the situation and never get to the bottom of things.
For me, sitting in the silence is healing. In this noisy, rambunctious world there is no hope in witch hunts. There are no answers in the multitude of voices debating gun control. The silence does not always yield the answers I want, but the silence creates space and healing.