Millions of people have been grieved by the bombing in Boston. I suppose I am one of them. No, I have never been to Boston. I do not have much connection with the city. I don’t think I know many people there either. For various reasons I think my grief is threefold.
It grieves me to think of the innocent people who have been affected by the attack. The feeling of loss is almost tangible. Those who died will never grow old, will never be able to materialize their hopes and dreams. Those who loved them will never get over the pain of bereavement. I too lost my son a few years ago, and I think I know what I am saying. The physical wounds of those who were wounded in the attack will be eventually healed but their emotional wounds might mime them mentally forever. In our (Eastern) liturgical calendar it is still a Lenten season. We fast and pray during this season. Every Friday we come to our church and observe the day of the crucifixion. I wish it was only remembrance what happened on the Calvary two thousand years ago. But the pain of the crucifixion is still so real in the world we belong to. Sadly we hear every day that our fellow human beings are being ‘crucified’ as a result of injustice, wars, military and terrorist attacks. Bostonians have also been ‘crucified’ very much like other peoples in Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria. The difference is that we are sadly accustomed to hear about death tolls from less powerful and fortunate countries than America. I need to offer my condolences and deep sympathy to all those who have been ‘crucified’ both in Boston and everywhere. Crucifixion is not the end of the story. There is a hope beyond it, the hope of Easter. Which will wipe the tears of the suffering and grieving not in the eschatological future but here and now. Continue reading “Malkhaz Songulashvili – Threefold Grief of Mine. A Letter to My American Friends”