For the past two weekends, my community has been immersed in memorials. First, to commemorate D-Day, a WWII weekend hosted by the Mid Atlantic Air Museum. Vintage aircraft, re-enactments, soldiers in uniform, and from those who remain, the stories.
This past weekend, we hosted the Moving Wall, a half-size replica of the Washington, DC Vietnam Memorial that has been touring the US for 30 years.
Families came to find loved ones among those 58,000 names etched into a black marble wall.
There were many tears, speeches, flag ceremonies, candlelight vigils, and again, so many stories.
Both of these reverent, solemn events could not prepare us for what happened on June 12 in Orlando, Florida.
The war we are fighting now is almost unimaginable. There are no uniforms, no flags, no identifying markers to recognize the enemy.
No ethnicity, no religion, no sexual preference, no race is excluded.
I am having trouble finding the words.
So I turn to those of Elisabeth Kubler Ross….
“It’s true that there are only two primary emotions, love and fear. But it’s more accurate to say that there is only love or fear, for we cannot feel these two emotions together, at exactly the same time. They’re opposites. If we’re in fear, we are not in a place of love. When we’re in a place of love, we cannot be in a place of fear.”