I grew up a passenger in a family car behind Amish carriages as we made our way to Browns’ games on Sunday mornings from 1965 forward. Not for the Amish Saturday afternoon Mass that counted, and not for them the television or radio that consumed northeastern Ohio when the NFL was in season.
They were different. And inspiring even as they were very, very odd. They still are.
The massacre of their innocent little girls was a horrible thing, and their response even more stunning. More different. More inspiring. Rod Dreher has a reflection that humbles. One small part:
But sometimes, faith helps ordinary men and women do the humanly impossible: to forgive, to love, to heal and to redeem. It makes no sense. It is the most sensible thing in the world. The Amish have turned this occasion of spectacular evil into a bright witness to hope. Despite everything, a light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
Please read the whole thing.