by Bill Knott
Newtown is actually a very old place, made older now by the persistent sounds of weeping. A tercentennial milestone just celebrated, the small community seems closer to 2,000 years old as the sights and sounds of Nativity are mingled with the horror of brutish, violent death inflicted on children.
On the eleventh day before Christmas, and just two weeks before the December 28 Christian liturgical commemoration of the first-century Massacre of the Innocents in Bethlehem, a disturbed 20-year-old christened with the name of the first human being took his mother’s sporting guns, killed her, then took the lives of 26 others, 20 of them 6- and 7-year-olds.
We are appalled. We cannot understand.
Weeks later, our culture is still reeling, rattled to its core by the unspeakable horror visited upon the youngest members of our community. The starkness of the imagery is unforgettable: solemn hearses passing beneath festive Christmas decorations; churches filled at Christmas to hear Continue Reading…