Last Friday I went to a mom’s connection group held at a church not too far away. It’s seemingly a lot like what I’ve heard MOPS is, and I was pretty optimistic about the good things that can come from attending.
But, the meeting started off a little differently this time, as the executive pastor of the church stepped to the front to speak. One of the moms from the church didn’t make it that morning because her life had been turned upside down the night before. She and her 14 year old daughter walked into their home to watch her ex-husband confronting her new husband, a confrontation that led to death. This woman’s ex shot and killed her husband outside her home, after luring the gunman away from the children and his wife.
Now, I don’t know this woman, but I was surrounded by many who do. No matter the relationship, we were all in tears. Could you possibly imagine? I’ve been telling so many what I heard about Friday morning, because I’m waiting for someone to respond with some sort of sense. Usually no one can even find words. Denise, the widow, created a Facebook page memoriam for her husband, in which she states that her husband took all the bullets to make sure she was safe, that he had laid his life down for her, as Christ did for the church. Completely unfathomable that this is a decision people in a country like ours still have to make.
My feelings after hearing of this incident are not too far from how I felt after the elementary school shooting in Newtown. We heard stories of administrators putting their life on the line for so many tiny humans, and teachers concerned about ethics still choosing to hug and kiss each of their students telling them they love them because that’s what children should hear before they die. And that resonated with me.
As an adult, we can’t even try and begin to make sense of so many tragic events. So when a child witnesses something horrific, there’s no way to explain it. But what children can understand is love. Before bed at night, we give Grier lots of kisses, and I say, “Mommy loves you.” G smiles and says, “Dada!” And Michael says, “Daddy loves you.” And then we proceed to go through his long list of favorite people that he spouts off, and when he says their name, we tell him that they love him.
There are just some things in this world that can never be explained, despite the books we read, classes we take, people we meet, or places we travel. So instead, we choose love. No explanation needed.