In regards to the shooting last night in Aurora, Colorado, it’s a sombre reminder of the frailty and sacredness of life. My prayers go out to the vicims, their families, and to the culprit.
These tragedies, for me, hit home pretty deeply. To think, if I only grew up in the same place I was born, not only might I have attended Columbine (though far after the shooting; I was only a child then), but I’d have been only minutes away from the gunshots of last night. And not only that, through my life I’ve considered a lot joining the ministry YWAM in Denver (the sight of another, more forgotten, tragic shooting that took place between those two, involving a gunman targeting Christians). All of these, would have occurred all around me.
Perhaps it’s foolish to even ponder, but every time these tragedies hit, I can’t help but think, had only my parents made different life choices when living in Denver, I or someone I’d have come to know, could have easily been present at one of these. It all kind of leaves me with a sense of a sharper bond to the victims involved that I can’t often shake; “had life gone diferently, could one of them been a friend of mine?” Makes me think of the lines of John Donne’s ’For Whom the Bell Tolls’;
“No man is an Island, entire of himself.
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,…
any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.”