My heart has been bruised this week. I drive a lot. Like, A. Lot. I work 60 miles from home from the daily commute takes about an hour and 15 minutes, once I get around the lake. Fortunately I finally figured out how to get my Kindle to read to me. So I’ve been driving and listening. Passing the miles to the tune of the written word. I love it. I’ve always listened to books while I commute, but my itty-bitty-cheep-car doesn’t even have a CD player. So I’ve been bookless, until recently. At any rate, that’s neither
really here nor there. Get to the point, Marcy.
So, my latest book is War Brides. I found it a bit difficult to get into, but soon I started to enjoy it. Until the day before yesterday. See the book is set during WWII and while I’m familiar with oh so many facets of the war, including the erroneous “medical studies”, when this story took a short stint into the Doctor of Horror’s medical clinic, I had to put it away. It took me a few days to go back to it, and I nearly didn’t. The thought of the atrocities that took place during that time frame, coupled with the latest news, was just too much to handle. And I’ve been wondering about the state of this world. About where we are as a society and as a race of human beings that we can do such things to each other.
Each day my alarm goes off on my phone. It’s a reminder to pray. See I joined with the Five-Fifteen organization and each afternoon I am reminded to pray. To stop for a minute and be so incredibly grateful for where I am and the life I’ve been given. And then I’m stopped short when I see the news, and note that a group of girls has gone missing. And how can that even be? How can 243 girls just….vanish. Where are we, world? Where are we? And the Prime Minister says “We cannot stop terrorism over night.”
But I wonder why not? Why can’t we? Why can’t we stop terrorism over night?
Surely there are more of US than there are of THEM. Surely there is power and might of those who speak His name. And there is now power greater than that which He carries. We can stop it. Because He can stop it. And through those who are His people, His voice is heard.
And I wonder what I can do. Really, what can one mamma and nursing instructor in the middle of the rain forest, far away from Chad and Cameroon do. Not much? I think there is much to be done, so there is much to do. Maybe all I can do right now is lend my voice. Maybe all I can do is be one more advocate for these children. Maybe all I can do is bend my knees and bow my head and offer prayers to the One who can move the waters that make a difference.