This post is a follow-up to Saturday’s post on Lament and the Aurora Theater shooting.
Over the last couple of days, I have realized that lament is such a foreign concept for many of us as Westerners that I might have been making too big of a leap in assuming that people knew what I meant by lament. So, I offer a few more thoughts here about what lament is and what it might mean for us to lament the recent theater shooting in Aurora.
To lament is to come alongside those who grieve, to sit with them (literally or figuratively) in the silence and to recognize there that in God’s interconnected creation, their pain is our pain. We might, in the silence, consider how it is that we share in the same pain. To lament is not to offer words of comfort; it is not to try to fix the problem or to prevent it from ever happening again. I have heard many people voice their disgust about how quickly the Aurora tragedy was politicized, by both major political parties. Diving headlong into a debate about gun control is not lament. I’m inclined to think that Western culture is obsessed with violence, and that gun control is one way of giving us pause about our cultural love affair with violent force, but now is not really the time to discuss that.
“Instead of hating the people you think are war-makers, hate the appetites and disorder in your own soul, which are the causes of war. If you love peace, then hate injustice, hate tyranny, hate greed – but hate these things in yourself, not in another.”
In the open sharing time of our service at Englewood Christian Church yesterday, one our of dear sisters told a fitting story of how she had bought a used car earlier in the week, only to have the transmission go out within days of the purchase. She confessed the various sorts of rage that she had felt in this situation, and also told of how the situation was resolved (nearly miraculously) without her having to express her rage to the seller. It was refreshing for her to make this confession because this sort of rage and desire to force our will upon others — whatever the cost — lurks inside of all of us.
There is more that I would like to address about lament, about how healthy lament eventually leads to conversation, and about how we how very little imagination for peace and reconciliation, but these will have to wait until later this week…