... when it is plain that news isn't the only thing breaking, that there are shattered hearts lying everywhere in town and in affected families scattered abroad, parents who may never be able to look a festive decoration in the eye again, children who've learnt in the worst possible way that the world itself is broken and sometimes that which we've taught them to believe separates the good from the bad actually doesn't...
|Image by Bjarne Henning Kvaale|
Do we really need to see in such great detail how the boys and girls are feeling right after barely surviving said attack?
Do we really need a close-up of a teacher who's had the worst schoolday ever?
What does it fulfil in us when we see the grief-twisted faces of loss, rather than simply taking note that this atrocity happened and calling on the Compassionate One to mend all the brokenness?
Why do strangers the world over need so much information? Really, why? Do we need to agree how bad something is before we'll agree it's bad?
I deliberately did not link to any of the coverage. You probably know what happened, and where would my credibility be if I linked to the very object I'm decrying?