This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 1431621934000 at 1431621934000
The greatest harm done by the Boston Marathon bombing wasn't the carnage, or the lives ended too soon, but rather the rage it awakened, the temptation to answer that violence with yet more violence, the fear that it could happen again, anywhere.
The direct harm of violence almost always pales in comparison to the lingering impact.
I forgive Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, not because I condone what he did, but to take back my power, to end any influence those bombs have over my feelings and actions.