This sign appeared recently on the platform of the commuter rail station I go to. I do not know if it’s appearance had been planned for a time, or is in response to the spate of celebrity suicides that have hit the news recently.
These suicides should be a wake up call that there are many persons out there, family and friends, neighbors and coworkers, and fellow citizens; who are deep pain. They are suffering from depression, hopelessness, and despair. They believe they are alone, and they feel they cannot bear the burden any more; and they see death as the only source of relief.
It is up to all of us to give support, and care to our suffering brothers and sisters. To let them know that they are not alone.
Some of us may have the gift of providing counseling. Some may be able to be the one who listens. A welcoming handshake, a hug, or a hand on the shoulder; could make all difference.
God will make visible those opportunities to help. The Holy Spirit will give us those gifts we will need. And Jesus will be walking with us. At that very least, we can pray for those who tempted to commit suicide; for the souls of those who have; and the families they have left behind. May the love of God dispel the darkness, and bring hope to those who need it.



Wednesday, January 31st, was the birthday of a Trappist monk and mystic, Father Louis, who was born in 1915. Most of the world will know him as Thomas Merton. Born to a New Zealander father and an American mother; he would eventually take up residence in the United States. While attending college in New York, he had a conversion experience, that would eventually lead him to the Abbey of Gethsemane, in Kentucky. In 1947, he became a professed member of the Trappist community; he was ordained a priest on May 26, 1949. The year before, 1948, he published his autobiography, “The Seven Storey Mountain,” which became the most popular book in American Catholic literature.
The tragedy of what has occurred in Las Vegas, the enormity of it, has yet to be fully felt by many of us. The raw power of the images we have seen on television, our computers, and tablets; has hit us all in the gut. The politics, the partisan speeches, the proposals; they will, they must come, but later. Right now, we need to mourn for those who have died, We need to help the wounded, and the survivors. We need to stand with those who have lost loved ones. We need to come together as a nation, as a people; in the face of such evil.
Today is the 16th anniversary of the terrorist attack on the United States that changed this country for years to come. Never, in the history of the Republic, were so many civilian lives lost through such brutal acts. There have been other attacks on this country since then, but this particular assault will remain seared in our memories for ages to come.
