Tis the Sunday before Christmas, church was joyful this morning as thousands of us sang Joy to the world and And it's Christmas. My family clapped joyfully. So did the family in the row just in front of us. This family included a boy about the age of eight or nine. His father, well I am guessing it was dad who hugged while joyfully clapping, hugged his son and said to him in a singing voice, “It’s Christmas!” My mind immediately wandered to the children in Connecticut. Is it really Christmas in Connecticut?
The entire world knows. From California, United States to Cairo, Egypt; from Costa Rica to Christmas Island (a territory of Australia in the Indian Ocean. It has a population of just over 1,400 residents) they know.
The conversations have already begun. Gun control, a ban on assault weapons, armed educators, access to mental health service, a mental health registry and legislation to deter mass violence. And though many suggested approaches exists…and perhaps more to come; is there joy in Connecticut as we sang Joy to the World? As life continues for us…as well as for them; how can they experience the joys of Christmas?
The Pastor told us this morning “… My spirit is built to last!” We pray that their spirit is strong enough to last from the sorrow of their lost.
In a desperation for peace in our war-like world, as America proclaimed that “We will never forget “the September 11, 2001 attack, as America recover from yet another mass shooting, to the people of Connecticut, especially the people of Newton, particularly to the village of Sandy Hook and directly to the victims; with true love and brotherhood, each other now embrace; this holy tide of Christmas ... O tidings of comfort!
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