I went to a funeral today. The deceased was the son of one of my cousins. He was a bad boy. There is no way to sugar coat it. His criminal record goes back to 2013. He was killed by someone who refused to be his victim. I sat in that pew and watched and listened to his insta-canonization (a photo of him with wings and halo was on the cover of the funeral program) and wanted to scream in frustration. Instead I squeezed my mother's hand and hugged his grandmother, my aunt. When my cousin's son got up last week and decided to do what he did, he had no idea that someone would fight back and win. He had no idea that this was his last day on earth. I hope that in the last minutes of his life he repented and begged God for mercy. Anything is possible.
Holy God, holy mighty God of justice and mercy, Thy will be done.
Saint Dismas, pray for us.