The shootings in Colorado, call us again to face what we can only call the Unspeakable. To name it gives it shape, to fight it definition, when in fact we are up against the borders of being–the abyss that eats away at the Good creation God has given. Our only response can be the response of our ancestors in the faith–to lament. In lament we mourn, we do not answer, we do not reason, we do not try to make sense of what is senseless–seeking some motive that might give a twisted rationality to it all. In lament we sit, weeping in sack cloth and ashes, called again to the humus from which we came.
Go slowly. Today is a time to take time.