And I think about how the word "reconcile," doesn't really belong with the word "sorrow."
Looking back on my time of service, I see pictures of the happy times and I see a particular person in the photo and I am reminded of where they are now. It is usually not good. It seems like the happy times for the people I served, were short & not long lasting.
The community life was beautiful and was a little bit of a bubble. From outside life. From real life. From the reality that would hit later.
It was a spot of heaven. On earth. For the people that may not experience it ever again.
And I am filled with sorrow for these women and their families. Like where did we go wrong, not being able to extend happiness for longer?
And I know it's nothing we did or didn't do. But the sorrow is hard to remedy, hard to stuff under the door mat.
I saw a picture of a woman today, who was so happy in her life for a couple years in connection to the community. She was shot and killed a few months ago.
It's hard to remember the good, when there is a million stories of bad that follow.
I think there is no easy instant answer. There will always be this. The sadness. The death on the cross. I know the answer is the resurrection.
But it doesn't make the journey any easier.
