When profound tragedy strikes it’s hard to find any words let alone the right ones. In moments of despair, when we feel vulnerable, we freeze.
I don’t know what the right words are for profound tragedies like the Orlando shootings. There’s very little that can be expressed that remotely describes the depth of loss.
But staying silent doesn’t help.
We need something to cling to, something to do, soemthing to say, some kind of hope even when none appears.
I believe there IS hope. We’ll find it, however brief, in our vulnerabilities, because it’s here where beauty begins to emerge.
Great evil doesn’t win. In fact, evil compels repair and restoration; an act of beauty in the midst of chaos.
Brokenness beckons beauty.
We are the broken, but we are also the beautifiers.