And beyond these headlines, countless acts of gun violence, assaults, and crimes fueled by hatred across the world, many unnamed, many quickly forgotten.
As the holidays approach, a season that is supposed to represent peace, family, faith, and renewal, itโs hard not to ask: ๐พ๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐?
I donโt have the answer to that question, but I know that healing does not come all at once. It begins in smaller, quieter ways, by refusing to become numb, by choosing compassion over indifference, by standing up for one another when hate tries to divide us, and by protecting life wherever and however we can.
The world feels broken, but the very fact that we still grieve, still question, still hope, means the light is not gone.
May we hold onto it. May we choose light over darkness, not just for eight nights, but forever in our hearts.
