Article September 23, 1996 ISSUE

The love that heals grief

Barbara Beth Whitewater

It's Sunday morning and I'm on my way to church. Stopped at a red light, I watch a long line of motorcycles cross by, each with a colorful toy fastened to it. This is the day that a local park hosts an annual motorcyclists' toy drive for needy children. It's always a sweet picture—many bearded, leather-jacketed, tattooed riders on this tender mission of mercy. But today, the scene is especially poignant. Yesterday, this community learned that a local boy had been brutally murdered. I heard a grieving neighbor tearfully ask, "What is happening to our children?"

Our children, she had said. These moments of communal love for children point to the instinctive awareness people have that we are all one family of the one Parent, God. It underlies the care strangers so naturally have for one another's children.

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