It is at times like this when words fail me. Yet, I feel compelled to find some words within me as I follow this act of terror in Boston yesterday.
So many questions I have. Questions many of us are asking. Questions that go beyond discovering who carried out this terrible act.
How can anyone visit such destruction on innocent people? What is it in the human psyche that allows for such desire to hurt, maim, and kill? Is it ideology? Or vengeance for some imagined wrong? Might it be an attempt to feel power instead of feeling powerless? Is it wanting a sense of importance to create newspaper headlines and video footage played over and over?
This was an act long planned and carefully executed. By someone who knew enough about destruction to devise bombs that tore limbs off people. And thank God, made a few mistakes in that two other bombs did not explode.
My heart and soul go out in sorrow to all of the people there and to all of us reeling from what happened. And it brings home in graphic detail what it means to be living in Syria today - or other countries torn by terrorist activities and war.
May God have mercy on us all.
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