We are all connected – to each
other, to the planet and all of its inhabitants, to God. What happens
to one happens to all. Last Saturday I experienced this reality in a
personal way. Someone I know was shot and killed in yet another
incident of senseless and violent mayhem. I didn’t know her well,
but I knew her. And a lot of people I know knew her, many more
intimately than I did. As the news of this tragedy spread across
Facebook I experienced a dull and numbing ache in my soul, partly
because it was someone I knew and partly because so many of my
friends were touched by it. It didn’t matter that they were
hundreds of miles away. Their pain affected me. The shared experience
of loss did not bind us together, it simply reminded us that we were
already bound together. And thus connected, we reached out. One
person shared a story that left us smiling. Another expressed her
disbelief and sense of being numb. Virtual hugs were offered. A sense
of being present with each other, in the words and in the silence
between the words, permeated the experience. And the Sacred Presence
of Spirit was made tangible. Some might ask “Where is God?”. In
this particular experience, I can only respond by pointing to the
many ways in which we touched each other. We are all connected.
- Pastor Roger
(keeping my feet firmly planted in
the flow)
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