Lately, my heart is heavy.
One evening a couple weeks ago I flipped on the world news and as I watched story after story unfold before my eyes, I was horrified. Usually, like most people, I am used to seeing terrible things happening out in the world and find myself going numb. That day, however, I could not handle it. I saw terrorist groups dressed in black killing innocent people, and I saw those trying to stop them blowing up entire towns and the civilians who live there. I saw marginalized people suffer criticism, poverty, widespread oppression, and even death, and I watched as the capable and affluent did little to help. I watched the story of a rich and famous man who used his own power and deceit to rape dozens of women over the course of decades; while he paraded under the banner of social equality, he was telling women that they were worth nothing. I saw people being massacred because of their skin color and religious beliefs. I saw a one and a half year old girl shot by a member of her father’s rival gang a few neighborhoods away from where I live. I watched stories of domestic violence, human trafficking, and genocide. I saw people destroying our environment, committing fraud, lying, and worst of all, I saw capable people standing by and doing nothing but posting about it on Twitter. #ironic.
I could not see through my tears.
It sounds dramatic, but it’s true. I felt sick. But it wasn’t only that one time; in fact, lately I find myself in a state of grief. I grieve for the children who suffer at the hands of adults who should be leading with their example. I grieve for the adults who treat each other as though they are objects to be used for personal gain. I grieve because I have heard it said, and I believe it to be true, that the health of a society or a community can be determined by how it treats its women and children and marginalized members. I grieve because in our self-proclaimed age of open-mindedness among the millenial generation, there are still opinions that people are not allowed to voice without being attacked by those who claim to be tolerant. I grieve because I was catcalled while standing in my own front yard while I was holding my daughter, and someday soon I will have to explain to her what to do in that situation and other horrific and humiliating situations. I grieve because in our world today the worth and dignity of a human depends on what they can produce or provide to someone else.
I do not mean to sounds morbid. I know that good that happens in the world because of good people; I have seen the good things that are possible. But I also ache because of the sorrows that other humans experience, especially those sorrows caused by the selfishness of other humans. How to bear such a burden, when it seems too heavy to handle?
What is the solution? Stop watching the news so I won’t see the depressing reports? That is a good way to cop out and live oblivious to the world’s suffering. Try to become aware of the problems, try to become part of the solution, try to educate other people? Do the good yourself? There is only so much one person can do. What is the answer for those who cannot fix the world alone? Sometimes all you can do is pray.
Pray that people will begin to recognize the dignity of all humans and respect each other unconditionally. Pray that those who are dishonest and hateful will see their wrongs and change their hearts. Pray that our world leaders and those who have the power to make and enforce laws will work to help heal our national and global societies. Pray that individuals will begin to see the inherent worth that all humans possess, aside from religion, skin color, political or sexual orientation. Maybe, if we all become aware, if we all begin to act, and if we all pray for peace and respect and dignity and love, maybe our sick world can heal.
For these things I pray.
Sorry I did not have a very hopeful post today, but these things have been on my mind, and I wanted to share because they are so relevant. I have said it before, and I will say it again, love, love, love. Then love some more.
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