Where the Angels WerePosted: April 19, 2013 Follow @JimPadar
“Life is not the way it’s supposed to be. It’s the way it is.
The way we cope with it is what makes the difference.”
As the horrific events at the Boston Marathon unfolded before our eyes, we couldn’t help but gaze in complete dismay at our tiny smartphones and large flatscreen televisions. Is there not a shred of decency in this world? The unspeakable evil bombarded us from all sides.
But angels quickly emerged, first in resplendent robes of lime green, emblazoned with “Police,” “Fire,” “Physician,” and “EMS,”
Undercover angels materialized from the smoke, less elegantly clad in running shoes and shorts.
Chariots of Fire, red and blue, rolled in accompanied by trumpets taking the form of wailing sirens.
Nearby, legions of angels in white mobilized in citadels dedicated to saving lives in the aftermath.
These angels in the arena of dust, sweat and blood, spent themselves in a labor of love and service to their fellowman. At that moment in time, there was no higher calling.
And they coped, without the distraction of blame, bigotry, judgment, or intolerance. That’s what made the difference. And, that’s what made them angels.