My heart is heavy these last few days. "We keep waiting, waiting, waiting on the world to change." And it is. Just not like we'd planned or hoped for. A couple days ago ISIS beheaded a second journalist, both so far have been Americans, and that breaks my heart. I don't understand Evil. But why should I? Thank God, because it keeps me hoping and praying that there are more people like me. People who need light, even on our darkest days. There is still goodness that needs to shine.
Light is good but the darkness is where we see who we really are. It's where the monsters come out. That when we find out what our human side is capable of. For most, the power of light and all that is good consumes and overwhelms. In those moments, we come out stronger and have more fight in us that we never knew was there. That's what the darkness teaches us. And that is beautiful and merciful.
But it's the other end of the spectrum. The people who never come out of darkness that is inconceivable to me.
A couple years ago, I went to Washington D.C. for my Aunt's inauguration as an ambassador. It was exciting and such and honor to be there and overall, a really big deal. In my downtime I went to the Newseum. This place is the mecca for all journalists. I remember seeing the sections dedicated to the World Trade Center, the Oklahoma City Bombing and other importance pieces of history that a lot of people probably don't remember. Then I stood next to a Memorial database of journalists who lost their lives in the line of duty. Men and woman who died because they knew how important it was to find those stories, those real life events that you and I would have never known otherwise, the ones who brought the world to us and thought we should know. I was so emotional reading those names, soaking up their stories.
I'm not writing this to sound depressing. I'm writing so you can thing about how you will respond with light.
To find a way to connect with the world and at least acknowledge that we all breathe the same air and are made of the same flesh and bone.
Please, Please, please find the light wherever you can and share you can.
We all need a reminder that the world has beauty and goodness in the most unlikely of places.
There is light even in the deepest, darkest dwelling. There has to be.