Our hearts have been broken this
week, as we have read and watched coverage of the killing of 49 people at the
Pulse nightclub in Orlando. Saint Paul
urges us to “weep with those who weep,”[1]
and this has been a week for tears and prayers.
So many people slain in the prime of life, hatred that is difficult for
us to comprehend—the world seems a darker and more dangerous place.
Allison
and I had been in Orlando the week before last for a theology conference. We had dinner a mile and a half from the
nightclub the evening before the tragedy.
“It could have been us,” we thought.
If you are gay or Latino, I imagine you may be feeling much more
threatened. Another unpredictable act of
gun violence, another undetected terrorist, one of us turned against all of
us. “How long will it last?” we ask
ourselves. Is this just how it will be
for us now?
