Strains of the theme from Gone with the Wind come from the
radio and I feel like crying.
Such an epic film, one of overwhelming magnitude
in my early years when I saw it first. The scene with Atlanta burning. The
desperation of the despicable Scarlet as she does whatever it takes to save
Tara. The heart-breaking final line uttered by Rhett, ‘Frankly, my dear, I don’t
give a damn.’
Followed by the words of the irrepressible Scarlet as she
gathers all that is within her and vows to herself, ‘Well, I’ll think about
that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.’
It’s an epic film because it focuses on a time of huge
upheaval and trauma and transition, a time when Southern society was shaken to
its core and had to find a new way to do life, when families were split on
either side of the divide. A time of death and destruction and disaster. A time like now in many areas of the world.
And after the Paris attacks on Friday night, the quaking and
shattering of societal norms has come to our neighbourhood. The fearful atrocities
claim innocent victims in shocking, callous and brutal ways. Ways that have
been happening in Iraq and Syria for months, years even, and now it feels as if
the darkness is seeping towards us.
Hosanna! We sang in church today, and never have I sung it
with more conviction. God save us! Hosanna! We don’t have a clue how to stop
this war but God has the answer.
Because my hope is in Him, I can say, like Scarlett, that
tomorrow is another day. We cannot give way to despair or fear but continue to
put our hope and trust in the God who loves the world so much he came and died
so that we may live with him forever.
Tomorrow is another day. Paris will be in my prayers but so
will Baghdad and Beirut and .... the world.
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