It is Our Deeply Rooted Faith that Sustains Us

It was quiet this morning at Oklahoma’s State capital. The normal bustle of a Monday morning for a deadline week in session is normally a hectic and noisy time. Normally there are different organizations setting up displays in one of the rotundas and groups of people rallying in a hall or two discussing strategy for lobbying for their specific cause. Today, the only sound to fill the white granite halls was silence.

This is partly because a ceremony was happening this morning at 9:00 a.m. (the approx. time the bomb went off) at the bombing memorial a few blocks away. However, the silence was not totally due to a lack of presence of people, it had a bitter-sweet solemn feeling that was expressed with each passer-by. Today, when I pass a stranger or a friend, our eyes will meet and we’ll greet each other with a small smile (we do that here) but we will quickly turn our gaze to the ground in a look of sadness and I know we are both thinking, “They remember, too.” But that sadness is only temporary and more for respect of the day rather than a weighing feeling.

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