The post tonight was originally going to be about walking along a (disused) railway track. I don’t feel like that tonight. It will appear another time. Instead, I would like to follow on from Wednesday’s post about making our own light amidst the darkness. There is a lot of darkness about right now and it’s hard to feel hopeful with all this death and destruction. I know that as individuals, we don’t have the answers. I don’t have any, only questions. That’s okay. Those people who claim they have answers tend just to be spouting hot air, or even worse, they tend to deny there is a problem at all. They see the world in terms of absolutes and block colours when that just isn’t the case. It really isn’t.
I cannot imagine what it must be like to lose your loved ones in a way like the families and friends of those who died in Orlando or of the MP Jo Cox who died yesterday did. It doesn’t bear thinking about. These people are living it. Before we think of anything else, of politics, of ideology, of self-interest, it is them that need to be considered, helped and supported through this time of unbelievable hurt and sorrow.
I want to close with this. After the terrorist attacks in the United States on 11th September 2001, the Queen wrote a message to be read out at one of the memorial services that followed. She said:
‘Grief is the price we pay for love’.
And it’s true, it’s unbelievably true.