The teachers and administrators did a marvelous job of teaching about upholding freedom of speech and of the values of America while teaching the children how to cope with being hated without a cause. I read today of another poster being held up by dozens at the high school: “There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, its hope and its endurance. Love will never come to an end.”
As for the protestors, telling–a child!–whom you know nothing about except that she lives in California that you are actively wishing for her violent death–that is absolutely, unless there is serious mental illness involved, the essence of evil.
Perhaps that explains it.
At Stanford, a bagpiper played an emotional “Amazing Grace.” Forgive.
Well done. Brian Taylor would have forgiven them. It certainly doesn’t come easy, it requires honest prayer for their souls and my own; I’m working on it.
Speaking of Brian. His funeral was today. His uncle spoke of their worries and grief as his schizophrenia got rapidly worse–and yet he was everybody’s favorite patient, a sweet soul, so much so that a doctor who’d tried hard to save him flew from LA to be with the family today.
Last Saturday, the uncle’s daughter had woken up from a vivid dream of Brian coming for a visit, seeing her, being absolutely radiant and telling her with joy, “I’m all better now.”
There was so much love in that dream and the experience so intense that she told her father over breakfast and they rejoiced in it, hoping and praying it meant there had been some breakthrough with the medications at last.
And then the phone rang…
They will always have the memory of that sense of joy that came first. The God of love granted them comfort to last a lifetime in the hours between Brian’s death and when they knew.
“There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, its hope and its endurance. Love will never come to an end.”