Crying for Boston

I shed tears yesterday for the city that my heart will always call home. I grew up in Boston. I love the city. I love the history. I love the spirit. I even love the gruffness of its residents. I love the pageantry of Patriots Day – the early Red Sox game and the Boston Marathon.

Yesterday, I cried for that city. I cried for the lost innocence. I cried for the achievements lost. I cried for the souls that were taken by a horrible act of violence. I cried for the fact that no one will ever go to the Boston Marathon again without remembering this day. I cried for the fact that I had to tell my kids when they came home that an evil person had committed a senseless act that killed and injured people, including children.

Then I showed my girls a picture. It’s a picture of everyone running away from the blast – and every police officer in that picture was running toward it. There are so many more good people in this world than there are evil ones. There are people willing to put their lives on the line to keep us safe. There are ordinary people who do extraordinary things to help others in times of crisis. Good outweighs evil even when evil steals the headlines.

My girls don’t remember 9/11. It’s simply an event in the history books to them. This is the first time they’ve been personally exposed to an act of senseless terrorism. And I don’t want it to paralyze them. I don’t want it to make them afraid to go on with their lives.

Because if it does, then the terrorists win. And we know that even though today it seems like evil has won the day, we know that good wins in the end. I’ve read the end of The Book, and I know that evil loses, and God takes the day.

That’s what we need our kids to remember. No matter how bad the day, no matter how horrible the event, no matter how much it seems like evil is going to triumph, God wins in the end.

So, cry for the lost lives and injured people and say a prayer for the people of Boston. Shed a tear and say a prayer for our nation. Talk to your kids about what a senseless act of violence it is.

But don’t let it paralyze you. Don’t let your kids be paralyzed by it. Remember that picture, the one where the men and women who have pledged to protect us are running toward danger when everyone else is running away. And remember that that’s what God does. He rushes in and heals the broken-hearted and comforts the weary. He is there even when it seems evil has won the moment, and He always triumphs in the end.