Last year on December 14, at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, 20 first-graders and six educators were killed by Adam Lanza, who then shot himself.
Most of these wounds are still open. Even where the gaping gash is closed, the surrounding flesh is so tender that the slightest bump brings tears. And in this, these empty arms represent millions.
For many of us the wounds stay tender to the end of life. My mother’s death 39 years ago this week can easily bring tears to my eyes. The wound is healed. I don’t look at the scar very often. But the flesh is tender, and the right touch presses sweet tears from the eyes.
Here is a simple exhortation for all of us who know someone…