As I stared out the window, lost in thought about the
injustices which I’ve heard about this morning on the radio, in messenger and
in my inbox, I became aware of a riot of almost invisible bugs swirling and swarming
wildly beneath the cherry tree. What are they? Fodder for the swallows and
bats? Do they have any greater purpose in life than providing nutrition for the
creatures further up the food chain? No idea.
The world is in a chaotic and confused state. Nobody really
knows how effective any one of the vaccines is long-term or in the face of
mutating viruses. Gather together again? Travel? Venture out without a mask?
Hug a friend?
In the midst of global pandemic, nations create more crises.
They squeeze up against each other in violent aggression. Wars and rumours of
wars. Injustices on every side.
The temptation is to allow one’s boiling blood to paralyse
action. What can I do? Still under demi-lockdown, I can fire off emails, sign
petitions, attend seminars to better educate myself to the truth of situations.
I can be a voice for the voiceless, to the best of my ability. So can you.
That’s what love does. It steps up and speaks up. James
wrote, “Religion
that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from
being polluted by the world.”
May God
give us all wisdom to pray and act for those suffering injustice, oppression,
and brutality, in all its diabolical forms.
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