It just breaks your heart, that’s what it does.
The shootings last week happened in a room where the students were studying language. Words, they were about, and sentences, and paragraphs.
Communication, that’s what they were after. Communion, that’s what they were seeking, minds and hearts at one. Community, that’s what they were desiring. One inner world shared with another inner world, that’s what they were practicing. And, then, the belief in the power of thoughts and words to heal, all of it savaged suddenly by senselessness.
One young man, bitter disharmony and anger welling up in his heart, a corrosive venom running all through his veins, one young man opened a door, entered a room, and sent feelings, and thoughts, and words ducking, and hiding, and pleading. He was blind to all real values, to life, to innocence, to community, to truth, to justice, to love, and to hope. That blindness led him to evil steps that seem to lack all motive.
So, go ahead, change our laws. Go ahead, change our treatments. Go ahead, form new committees, throw new thoughts and new words at it. It won’t work. For we live in a place called Babel, and we are hell-bent on building our Tower.
For there is ever whispering in the fallen heart of man the secret voice of self-love and self-worship, urging him to rise up against his Maker and tell him to his face Non Serviam … I will not obey. We always manage to avoid the real problem.
Te parte el corazón
Te parte el corazón, eso es lo que hace.
Los tiroteos la semana pasada ocurrieron en un cuarto donde los estudiantes estaban estudiando lenguaje. Palabras, frases, párrafos, de eso se ocupaban.
Comunicación, eso es lo que seguían. Comunión, es lo que buscaban, mentes y corazones en uno. Comunidad, es lo que deseaban. Un mundo interior compartido con otro mundo interior, eso es lo que estaban practicando. Y, después, la creencia en el poder de los pensamientos y palabras de sanar, todo eso atacado salvajemente sin sentido.
Un hombre joven, amargado por la falta de harmonía y coraje brotando en su corazón, un veneno corrosivo corriendo por sus venas, un hombre joven abrió la puerta, entro al cuarto, y envió sentimientos, y pensamientos, y palabras a esquivar, a esconderse, a rogar. Estaba ciego a todos los valores reales, a la vida, a la inocencia, a la comunidad, a la verdad, a la justicia, al amor, y a la esperanza. Esa ceguedad lo llevo a tomar pasos malvados que parecen carecer de cualquier motivo.
Así que, adelante, cambien las leyes. Adelante, cambien nuestro manejo. Adelante, hagan nuevos comités, pónganle nuevos pensamientos y nuevas palabras. No funcionara. Porque vivimos en un lugar llamado Babel, y estamos empecinados en construir nuestra Torre.
Porque hay siempre un susurro en el corazón caído del hombre la voz secreta de amor propio y adoración propia, impulsándolo a que se levante contra su Creador y decirle a su cara Non Serviam… No voy a obedecer. Siempre logramos eludir el verdadero problema.