When I speak up, I feel no better; if I say nothing, that doesn’t help either. Job 16:6
With the bombing in Belgium today, my reaction didn’t seem as strong as the Paris and Istanbul bombings. My ears perked up, I listened for the details, and offered a prayer for the people, but there wasn’t a strong emotional connection. I fear I am beginning to accept these horrific terrorist attacks as common-day stuff in which bad people do bad thing to good people. I don’t speak up about world events as often, as I believe it falls on deaf ears.
In 1977 we moved from a small town in the Panhandle of Texas to Chicago, I remember the fear and anger I felt listening to the news about gang members killing each other and occasionally an innocent bystanders. Eventually I tuned it out, and for the most part, hid from news. Then 9/11 happened. No one could hide from the news of the carnage of the terrorist attack.
I do not want to become immune to violence of any kind–to lose the gift of empathy. I want to look into the mirror while I put on makeup and see frustration, anger, and disappointment in my eyes that our great nation, our amazing world, and its people are hurting. And, I want compassion for all people, as God has for us.
Lord, help us maintain a degree of anger to never accept violence as a way of life. Amen.