The airwaves and blogs now overflow with wordy static, but at such times it is not theories but help and comfort that are needed. And, perhaps most of all, our silent presence. That may the best and in the end only assurance the rest of us can offer. The way Southerners know to appear at a house of mourning with a plate of food -- nourishment for the soul as well as the body.
Now once again, the whole nation is a house of mourning and all of us should be comforters, not accusers.
Let us hold on to this: There are still good people, kind people, dutiful and competent people who suddenly appear when needed, who make not just a profession but a calling of it.
Let the rest of us add to their number. By our words and actions. And perhaps most of all by our quiet presence, and silent assurance that we are here. People are hurting -- our people, however far away they may be.
The families that have been rent, the friends who in their shock still have not yet absorbed the extent of what they have lost, the survivors who are still struggling for their lives, the people of Aurora, ... they all need to know: They are not alone. And the rest of us need to let them know it.
For there are still good people in the world -- police officers, ambulance crews, doctors and nurses and just bystanders who rush to do what they can, the healers of all professions and persuasions. Let us recognize them, and back them up every way we can.
At such times, when it is hardest, and when it is best, let us keep the faith -- and the good thought:
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
And hold fast to them. Now and always.
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