
I've written several versions of a prayer this week - a prayer pleading for grace, peace and understanding following the violence at Virginia Tech, which so many other bloggers have written about so eloquently. One of the versions was the opening prayer for my class on Christian Ethics this past week. In that version, I linked the news voice I heard saying "32 dead, and the gunman" to the consideration of personhood (the topic of the week was the church and people with disabilities).
Apparently, this is one of those cases where what I heard was not exactly what was said - but it provoked much thought for me. What I thought I was hearing was the student who did the shooting referred to as "not a person."
A friend who read one of the prayers I wrote commented (I'm paraphrasing) that she felt much depression springs from how cold and mean and disconnected this world seems. She also wrote "Seeing this young man as something less than human will allow the world to avoid taking a long, hard, and deep look at our world and ourselves, and what we need to do to make real change."
I think she's right, but I can't begin to think how to effect such change that it will make a difference. There are so many factors that fed into this person taking two guns and killing so many people - how can we know what was the crucial piece that caused him to actually do this? How do we grieve so terribly for people who die here, and let the reports of deaths from roadside bombs leave us so unaffected? I grew up with the daily body count from Viet Nam on the evening news. How did we live through that, and become this nation of people who yawn over the news from yet another undeclared "war?"
It would be easy to blame the disaffected youth, violent video games, and the rise of religious fundamentalism - and that would be only part of the answer. The other part is you and me.
M* asked me recently why I hadn't blogged about the death of one of her camp friends, JF, who was murdered in his apartment about a month ago. Part of the answer is that I didn't see a lot of my daughter's reaction to his death, though I now know it affected her deeply. Another part is that I didn't know him - so I didn't feel as affected. Excuses, excuses, really - this 19-year-old mattered as much as all the people who died in Virginia, and as much as all the people killed by roadside/suicide bombs in Iraq last week, and as much as those who perished in the World Trade Center and Pentagon over 5 years ago.
In church on this Earth Day we heard again the words of Chief Seattle: "Everything is connected." I agree - I preach interbeing, Thich Nhat Hanh's version of interdependence, every chance I get. But I don't know how we go from being a nation - a world - that is so disconnected to a beloved community. All I know to do is to put one foot in front of the other, listen to each other, and do my best to remember John Donne's line about no person being an island. Maybe if we all do - it will be good enough.





