Fifty people. Beloved sons and daughters. Beloved children of God.
Can we at least agree that something is broken? That we are not well?
Because, if we can't come together today on this point, then we most certainly won't come together tomorrow in finding meaningful ways to fix things. First, we grieve. It is there where we find each other.
For today, then, let's put aside the punditry, the politics, the positing. For today, let's look for no explanations, no solutions. Let's just look for each other and then hold on, tight. Because life is precious and wild, fleeting and hard.
And we are a broken people, missing our brothers and sisters.
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