I hear it said that the magnitude of the tragedy is beyond comprehension. Perhaps. It is enormous, more than the mind can absorb. However, when I see a father carrying the body of his dead son it becomes immediately comprehensible. It’s personal and real. An editorial writer for The New York Times this morning got it right. The face of grief is personal. It’s our grief. It’s the recognition that our humanity is so vulnerable and tentative. In this, no matter our nationality or where we live, we are united as one human community.

And if this is so, then so, too, is our response. We are compelled to respond as brothers and sisters, to offer something of ourselves, for we understand that in doing so we are helping to heal our community and restoring health to the family.

In grief and hope, we discover we are united as

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