I saw part of Jordan Manners (age 15) funeral today on TV. I was moved to tears when parishioners started to sing "Amazing Grace." Here was a good boy who was a good student and a good son. Sure he lived in the high risk area of Jane and Finch, but that doesn't lessen the hurt of his murder.
Surprisingly, I remembered the death of another 15-year old on boxing day in 2005. Her name was Jane Creba. Victims have faces, names and lives.
"Well, Jane, you have a friend now to help you end this senseless gun violence in Toronto". It's tough having your life terminated at such a young age, but we need spiritual defenders to protect other young people in Ontario, Canada and the world".
The best words I can find now aren't my own but 16th century poet John Donne:
"No man is an island, entire of itself. Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. Therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls....for it tolls for thee".