AGAIN another week (nearly) has trundled past. The earth has rotated on its axis a few times and lives have changed for better and for worse, be it small, seemingly insignificant changes or huge events tumbling people and communities into turmoil. Shocking amounts of children have died in Somalia – and other places grappling with horrors of their own have continued to grapple with them. The UK, meanwhile, analyses and re-analyses the riots, the possible reasons for them, and the proper response to them. Six people are stabbed to death in Jersey. A newly wed dies in a shark attack.
Sometimes I find it hard to comment on world events, be they corporate or individual, knowing that I will never be able to fully comprehend or respond to them, knowing that there are so many tragedies, so many lives. In an age of mass communication we have the ability to find out about so many of them – and then not know how to respond. The age old question: who is my neighbour? arises out of the global village and finds no easy answer. We can’t just say: that’s miles away from me, I’ll only focus on my local community. Neither can we forget our ‘next door’ communities, although we are frequently distracted from them, encased in our own quiet bubbles. We express the required outrage and indignation when hearing about things but our hearts and minds are stretched very thin. There are so many ‘communities’ in our lives these days.
There’s no criticism in my pondering; it is, in fact, mere pondering. A moment of muddled thinking, before I go back to my daily routines and my personal circles and wonder how I connect with a bigger whole, which feels full of holes.
Very glad his wisdom is unsearchable and his love beyond depth and knowing.