The
fountain gurgled serenely and the sun felt delicious—not too hot, not too cold.
I rested in the public courtyard scribbling the last of my grocery list.
Rat-ta-ta-ta, rat-ta-ta-ta. Around the
corner of the tall hedge I heard an unusual sound—a very rhythmic sound. Pondering the unfamiliar noise, I became
increasingly uneasy as the more I listened, the more it seemed there was a
pattern to the rhythmic clatter on the cobblestones. Under normal conditions, I don’t think I
would have noticed the noise, and if I had, it certainly would have been
perceived as innocuous; however; due to recent events, this sound began to
take on ominous possibilities. Was there a strategic pattern in the
rhythm? My mind flew
to an extreme place, “Could that be the sound of men’s boots, men intent on
quickly and stealthily surrounding the
courtyard? Men with guns?! I immediately assessed my surroundings,
evaluating whether my middle-aged body could hurdle the concrete wall next to
me to dive for cover. WHAT?! This spiraling internal
dialogue took me by surprise; an unusual sound leaving me, a woman living in
Santa Barbara utopia, vigilantly weighing my survival options. As two caterers rounded the hedge, the wheels
on their cart clacking in the grooves of the cobblestones, their cart loaded
with white Styrofoam-boxed goodies, my heart-rate returned to normal and I
grieved my lost sense of safety. I acknowledged
my hyper vigilant state--a result of the May 23 tragic shooting spree in next
door Isla Vista. I consoled myself with the reality that with time, and no
additional terror, my security would return. I sent up some prayers for those
more directly exposed to the trauma of the shooting, who wouldn’t so easily
find peace.
As
I suited up for my hockey game, two fellow players, both professors from UCSB (University of California, Santa Barbara),
approached me and asked me if I had any advice for how they might interact with
their students, all deeply affected by the Isla Vista shooting spree. A hurting community, indeed.
What
motivated me to write this blog was the frantic text messages I began receiving
today from my 9th grade daughter. “Near our high school, a man
killed his wife and children and they haven’t caught the man. I’m scared!
Why isn’t our school on lockdown?”
While frantically checking online sources to get the facts and
discovering the SWAT team and a helicopter had been deployed, as best I could,
I tried to reassure my precious child that she was safe. “Mom! My friend didn’t come to school today.
Her dad is kind of crazy and they are going through a divorce. I’m scared he
killed them!” My heart broke. More terror, a terror we discovered later was a
cruel hoax, someone rubbing salt into the fresh wound just inflicted on our
community by the deranged Isla Vista shooter.
And now, a 14-year-old’s sense of safety, gone.
Months ago, before knowing that my own community would experience such trauma,
I planned to spend June on Guam and Palau, providing counseling, groups, and
seminars on healing the wounds of trauma.
Dr. Diane Langberg, author, expert on trauma counseling, and faculty member of
Westminster Theological Seminary states:
If we think carefully
about the extensive natural disasters in our time such as earthquakes,
hurricanes and tsunamis and combine those victims with the many manmade disasters
– the violent inner cities, wars, genocides, trafficking, rapes, and child
abuse we would have a staggering number.
I believe that if we would stop and look out on suffering humanity we
would begin to realize that trauma is
perhaps the greatest mission field of the 21st century.
Sadly, my personal and work experiences validate her assertion.
2 comments:
Thank you for your post. As a person who cares and helps others you have reminded me every time I meet someone I need to be so full of God's Love that they can see and feel that coming to them from me. Jesus is the only answer to this hurting world.
Karen- So true and thank you for ending on a note of hope. After all Jesus said that in this world we would have trouble but to fear not for He has overcome the world. All the more reason to speak hope!
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