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It’s Sunday morning, and my home office is flooded with sunlight. What better time to link to Marian Wright Edelman’s post, “Overcoming evil.” And yes, Edelman’s post is about overcoming evil with good.
I don’t know about you, but even though I practice mindfulness meditation and other spiritual disciplines daily, I’m still tempted all too often to retaliate in kind when others offend me. So, multiply my difficulties with trying to overcome evil with good by the multitudes in Israel and Palestine, where the fighting continues to escalate; multiply my difficulties as well with the zealots contributing to the chaos in Iraq. And on and on.
If, like me, you need inspiration from time to time to personally ally yourself with the forces of good, read Edelman’s post and marvel at Nelba Márquez-Greene’s response to the devastating losses she and her family continue to suffer from the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut:
“I imagine our home was not that much different than many others . . . I was married to my high school sweetheart and the mother of two beautiful children. My husband, Jimmy, was working fifteen minutes from our house as a professor at a local university. We were both happy to be back in Connecticut and so close to New York City. On December 13th we went out to dinner to the Cheesecake Factory, which we never, ever, ever did during the week. After dinner, Jimmy took the kids home and I stayed at the mall to buy their Christmas gifts.
“And then everything changed.
“The next morning, Ana, our daughter and Isaiah’s sister, was executed while hiding in the tiny bathroom of her first grade classroom. Her teachers along with four other educators and 19 of her schoolmates were also murdered. My son physically survived the massacre. But he was in the building at the time of the shooting. He heard the shots that took his sister’s life. He remembers the screaming, the crying. He remembers his teacher’s survival instructions: Please be quiet and please be still.
“A reverse 911 call that Friday morning led to the beginning of a never ending nightmare. We waited for hours in that firehouse. First believing she was missing. Then understanding that she was probably hurt. And then to accept the probability that she was dead . . . We’d both come from large families and dreamed of having one of our own someday. And on that 14th of December of 2012, after hours of waiting in a firehouse, those dreams were shattered in one sentence: The shooter killed twenty children.”