In retrospect, the path I've taken to blogging about religion seems almost natural. Eight years ago today, I sat in my first journalism class during college. I and my classmates watched the second plane hit on television. Most of us were hoping to become journalists of one kind or another, and this class provided an ample chance for reflection--was reporting on this kind of pain and tragedy something we wanted for our lives?
In the years since, I have realized that this kind of thing passes. Life goes on. Talking later with my mother, who has now passed on, about her thoughts when this happened, she explained to me that the TV had been on mute when she was watching everything unfold. She heard a song in her head:
Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
The universe...it's eternal. It's never ending, and no matter what happens in our lives, life goes on. And in a world where we must all ultimately live with each other, the best thing we can do is to forgive the actions of those who have done us harm, and try to pursue a righteous life. We can try to understand each other, and prevent violence and tragedy from happening again. Love someone today.
photo, "Pentagon Memorial," by cliff1066
2 comments:
Go AC! well said, my brother. and thank you for sharing the bit about your mom, lovely lyrics.
Thanks Erin! I didn't even see, but what a great first comment! Keep following!
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