I was sincerely impressed. Even with the construction and temporary entrance, it was a very fitting memorial. The setting even had a great impact on my son, rendering him a fellow mourner.
The surrounding buildings reflected life, and in their mirrored windows a hint of the past. I could almost see the events of that day in their glass.
The construction workers were a living memorial, testimony to the need to both remember and rebuild. Their dedication matched only by their unique place in history.
Not yet completed, the memorial is in fact perfect: straddling the past, present and future in full complexity.
We then ventured into St Paul’s Chapel. My son was entranced as a group practiced for an upcoming concert. At his request, we altered our plans and stayed to listen.
As a building, it has seen a lot. As a people, we have seen a lot.
Yet we find ways to keep moving.
Those times and events become anchors in our lives, helping us focus on who we have been, who we are, and who we want to be.
It is up to us to pray for those in physical, mental and spiritual pain.
It is up to us to pray that peace and love will fill all our hearts so this does not happen again.
It is up to us to be living memorials, testimony to all that is good and beautiful and amazing.
It is up to us to make changes so that love, rather than confusion, chaos and hate, find fertile ground in our own lives and the world around us.
Lord, we offer up prayer and thoughts for those affected by the Boston Marathon Bombings, knowing that nothing can erase what has happened, and only you can truly bring comfort and peace. Help us be part of your love and generosity, wherever we are and whomever we are with. Amen.
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