Yesterday, we had yet another tragic and painful reminder of just how precious life is. It is hard to look at the images of bloodied and battered Londoners sitting on sidewalks with dazed looks on their faces and not be moved to tears. Of course, for all of us, yesterday's attacks bring to front of mind the excruciatingly difficult memories of September 11, 2001. And once again, we have been forced to confront the presence of pure evil in our world, in the most unforgiving and horrific way possible.
Last Sunday, my wife and I saw the movie, War of the Worlds.
For me, it was not an enjoyable viewing experience, because various
scenes replicated some of the worst visuals of 9-11...ash-covered
people running for their lives, the heartbreaking photos and signs with
impassioned pleas for help in
locating missing loved ones, the wreckage of airliners strewn
everywhere. I emerged from the theater with my feelings--feelings
I thought I had put down years ago--sitting right at the surface.
It was hard to keep it together.
But what happened yesterday was not a movie. What happened
yesterday was as incomprehensible as it was barbaric. The human
race is suffering today, filled with the sharp pain of lost and
shattered lives. Of course, we must be resilient in the face of
threat, and we will be. But today and for the next few days, our
hearts will be breaking because of these acts of senseless destruction.
To our friends in London, stay strong. We are with you.
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