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The Suburbanite
  • A day for prayer, mourning, not answers

  • The issue: Shooting rampage at Connecticut school

    Our view: Our questions don’t matter today; only a community’s tragic losses matter

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  • The issue: Shooting rampage at Connecticut school
    Our view: Our questions don’t matter today; only a community’s tragic losses matterA day for prayer, mourning, not answers
    I need a hope. A new hope.
    A hope that reaches for the stars, and
    That does not end in violence or war.
    MATTIE STEPANEK
    Mattie Stepanek wrote his first poem at the age of 3, after one of his brothers died. He himself died 10 years later, in 2004, after a lifetime of suffering with a rare form of muscular dystrophy. Though his first poem sprang from heartbreak, he was an irrepressibly optimistic child who once told Oprah Winfrey, “We are a mosaic of gifts. Each of us has our inner beauty no matter how we look.”
    How can we think of hope, a new hope, when flags are flying at half-staff again, the media again are filled with images of terrified children, and so many of us are asking “Why?” again.
    Why, why, why? Why would a man in his 20s, who could expect to have many years ahead of him, take not only his own life, but also his mother’s and the lives of 25 others at a school, including 20 children? How can someone look around a room filled with kindergartners and then start shooting?
    We can’t help but ask, because we’re human, even though we know that the answers will come piecemeal and that the parts never can equal a whole.
    We can’t help but ask, but today is not the day for anyone except police in Newtown, Conn., to pursue answers.
    This is instead a day for prayer, reflection and mourning for the families of the Sandy Hook Elementary School and their community. Our questions don’t matter today; only their incomprehensible losses do.
    It’s too soon for hope, a new hope, but that day will come.