It
happened two weeks ago today, at the time I send this for
publication, and I still can't believe it. An armed gunman opened
fire on United States military recruiting offices in our town of
Chattanooga.
I
think a lot about my identity as a priest in the church. Let's call
that discernment. One of my thoughts is that, in some ways, I am in
the business of believing. I try live my life in such a way –
believing so “loudly” in peace, love, family, relationships, and
God – that hopefully others are drawn to that way of life. At
least, that's my working theory. So to write that I cannot believe
something is tough for me. In the weeks I have had to reflect, I
think what I cannot believe the most is tragedies like these are
always happening somewhere in our country.
According
to an article
in the Washington Post), there have been as many mass
shootings in the United States this year as there have been days so
far this year. That's what I cannot believe. My two hometowns – the
one where I was born and the one where I live now – are Charleston,
SC, and Chattanooga, TN – were both hit a month apart. News
coverage can paradoxically simultaneously draw attention to the
sensationalistic aspects of while shortening our memories of the
events' impacts on the lives of those left in the wake of senseless
violence. It can all get to be too much some times.
But
I got to witness something recently. In the aftermath, our city,
Chattanooga – still fragmented by the aftereffects of segregation
and institutionalized racist policies – is trying to come
together... and it is happening through social media.
Not
long after the attacks, the hashtag (#chattanoogastrong) started
showing up on posts and pictures from our town and in support of our
town from all over the world. And I want to believe. I don't want to
go to my dark, Generation X, cynical place. I don't want to think
about the ways that this sentiment will be used to sell us stuff, or
“prove” some side is right, or anything like that.
I
want to believe that this will be the thing that changes all the
things. I want to believe that our state – which not-too-long-ago
changed laws to allow for guns in corporate worship, giving new
meaning to the phrase “The 'piece' of the Lord” – can change. I
serve the Prince of Peace, THE thing that changes ALL things. I want
to believe that this will spark a church-wide grass-roots movement
where we can talk about race, reconciliation, and guns.
Will
this be the tipping point? I want to believe, I am, after all, in the
business of believing, but my believing won't make change. Social
media has proven its ability to affect real change. It has
strengthened relationships, it has changed policies, it has shamed
corporations into doing the right thing, and it has even toppled
governments. Is it possible the Holy Spirit can move through this
moment and this medium?
This
post
was
originally published on the
Episcopal
Church Foundation's Vital Practices Vital Posts
blog
on August 5, 2015. It has been reprinted here with permission.
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