Wednesday, June 10th, 2009A Great Loss There are certain people you meet who just seem to emanate happiness, kindness, joy. Sometimes you don't even realize the magnitude of their influence. They tend to be quiet souls, gentle, humble.
Stephen Johns was one of those men. I had the great pleasure of working with "Big John" for almost 2 years. He was a giant. A big, tall, strapping man. Yet there was something simply soft about him. You could see a gentleness in his hands, his eyes. He saw thousands of people every day yet he always had a smile for each. He was helpful, he was a friend. I never saw him grow impatient or rude though he had a pretty tough job.
He was killed by hate today. A deep, bitter, sick sort of hate. A hate I prayerfully can't even begin to comprehend.
But I'm fighting tonight to not grow hate in myself. Everything in me rages against the 88 year old COWARD who killed this innocent man. It is bursting in me. The utterly senseless, brutal thing this "man" did....He took away a father, a friend, a coworker, a husband. FOR NOTHING. FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
Why must we hate? Why must we hurt?
I am so lost tonight as are many people I care about. I ask you all to pray for the people affected by this tragedy. The museum employees are a pretty close-knit family and healing will be a long time coming. You never want to see anyone killed by violence, but the taking of this life in particular is devastating.
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There is one thing I keep seeing my head. In the video of the killer being taken away by ambulance a paramedic reaches out and holds his hand. I don't know why, maybe it was just a reflex, maybe for a medical purpose. But I wonder how that felt to him. I wonder what he was thinking as those people struggled to save his life. Is he regretful now?
I never really realized how vital the museum is to the world today. Hate didn't end when Hitler died. Every person who walks through that exhibit, speaks with a survivor, or pauses in the Hall of Rememberance is changed. I pray that change is permanent and lasting.