Weeping with the Mothers of Bethlehem

| December 19, 2014


Last Sunday at thousands of churches across America, little children lisped, sang, and maybe occasionally shouted their way through a myriad of retellings and reinterpretations of the Christmas story. In our church’s rendition, my youngest nearly stole the whole show as the Shooting Star. Clad in a giant gold star costume, my 8-year-old sang, ran around the stage (and entire auditorium—barefoot), and generally threw herself into her role with all the enthusiasm an extroverted third grader could muster (which is to say, a lot). My heart was full as we returned home and I watched her make one last cookie- and adrenaline-fueled run down the hall to her bedroom. Naturally, I sat down at my laptop to share my maternal pride on social media. But as I uploaded the pictures of my daughter’s smiling, gold-starred self, headlines and pictures nearby brought a flood of tears to my eyes—tears that continue to flow even today. While my mother’s heart was bursting with maternal joy and pride, others were—and still are—breaking with bitter sorrow and unimaginable anguish. 

The date of the Christmas pageant was the second anniversary of the Newtown school massacre. Two precious children the same age as my daughter…


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