By Nancy Nordenson
The day after the massacre at Sandy Hook elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut, I sat myself down and considered my role in the tragedy. Now bombs have exploded in Boston and I’m asking myself the same question.
Of course no bomb was built in my kitchen and no gun was loaded under my roof, but could I have done something to help stop either of those events?
I’m thinking back years ago to a crisis in the church where my husband and I were members. A leader had fallen. The congregation gathered one evening to figure out why things had gone so wrong and what we could do about it. Fingers pointed, heads shook. Then Crystal spoke up. A woman in her late eighties, hunched over from osteoporosis, she had lived a life full of good work, particularly among international students.
“I blame myself,” she said. “I didn’t pray for him enough.” [Read more...]