Tragedy in Boston
Our God is a God united with our suffering. We know at times like this we can always turn to Him for comfort.
Sometimes when these things happen we feel as if there is nothing to do, although we feel tremendous empathy with those suffering and those dealing with the suffering. We can do something, we can reach for our Rosaries and pour out our hearts to Heaven.
There are lots of people asking why. What strikes me is the deliberateness of such an act, the aim of which can only, surely, be to cause as much suffering, mayhem, and panic as possible to completely innocent people. The fact that this has been perpetrated without warning, at an international sporting event, speaks to the callousness and Godlessness of those who have perpetrated this act. I feel sadness, sickness and rage, as I do at any instance of the murder of the innocent.
Our only refuge is prayer.
...the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... then you see it! White shores... and beyond. A far green country, under a swift sunrise.