I went to bed last night with the sounds of gunshots and explosions ringing in my ear. I woke up this morning with the sights of hate and division on my computer screen. Last night I thought to myself, "This whole terrible week may finally be coming to a close and maybe we'll begin to find some answers." This morning I think to myself, "How is it that people can rush so quickly to call these two kids the horrible names they are calling them."
I wish, no, more than that, I hope that people can find a way to put aside their hunger for revenge and their thirst for blood and find a way to love, listen, understand, and forgive.
I agree that what these two boys did is a horrible thing. I can also see how they may have been misguided into doing what they did based on their personal ideals. What I cannot see is how there can be those who rush to judge before we fully understand anything. Anger, hatred, and violence is never the answer. Those emotions only evoke more of the same emotions, and actions based on those emotions, to be spread.
The last prayer I said last night just before falling asleep was for the safety of everyone involved in the manhunt and that there would be a peaceful end to all of the terrible events in and around Boston, including and especially for the young man they were looking for. The first prayer I said this morning was for the young man the police might have "holed-up" and that he will know there are people out here who are concerned for his safety.
My next prayer is going to be that all of those who are filled with hate for this man, his brother, and any others who may be involved to be able to find the peace and love they need to find a forgiving spirit.
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