I fell asleep to CNN and dreamt of gunshots. This afternoon I read this on Andrew Sullivan’s blog.
Imagine that this kind of massacre happened every day. Imagine a police force that was far too small to even respond to most of them. Imagine this occurring repeatedly for years until the perpetrators and their accomplices became the de facto power-brokers throughout the land. Imagine the shootings also being accompanied by the brutal torture of victims. Imagine families never having finality on whether their own siblings or parents or children have been murdered or not. This is Iraq today. . . .
I know it’s not human nature. I know it’s not how our brains are wired. I know that feeling tragedy even within our borders is sometimes as much than our hearts can handle. But what if we could put off the natural (wo)man — and see Lebanon next to Virginia; Darfur down the road from the Trade Center; Iraq across town from Columbine; the Samaritans as neighbors?
Such empathy doesn’t feel humanly possible. Really, who can hold such awareness and still plod on, cheerfully at that? Somehow God does. Right? God weeps and laughs and loves and sees and believes. Isn’t that what we are taught; isn’t that, too, what we have to believe to make sense of it all?
I’m humbled by the mystery of God.
(And wish I could pray people’s pain away.)