So I can’t sleep. And it’s raining outside.
I went to bed all early, like before 10pm in hopes I would get a full night’s sleep and actually be fresh for work.
Maybe it’s because my soul is so uneasy with the pain so many others have been facing in the last day and a half, that or, it’s the couch I’m sleeping on.
My friend Adam has been posting about this all weekend and I felt it my responsibility to do so as well, but not just in a news sense.
So in case you live under a rock with a internet connection and you only come to my site and stay away from all news media sites, then you have most definately heard about the 9.0 earthquake in Indonesia. Which at this point has killed over 15,000 people (last I checked and will probably will go up over the next few days and weeks). That’s about half of the population of Juneau, Alaska.
I just wanted to take time to comment on a few things. In regards to how I think we should be reacting.
It’s quite easy for us to distance ourselves from what is going on over there. But I want to really challenge this reading community and those you might be able to affect, to really become deelpy intertwined with the situation. Emotionally connect yourself to these people. Suffer with them, hurt with them, greive with them, help them find hope. No, this is not an easy task and one that probably most of you won’t accept.
This past weekend our sermon was called “what the birth of Christ means to me” and 3 people from our congregation shared. This prompted me to begin to think about what it meant to me. I boiled it down to “uncomfortableness”. Thinking about the physical situation and circumstances in which Christ was born and lived most of his life and how he died, it was fairly uncomfortable.
It is my belief that we need to live in a relative state of uncomfort. It is quite easy to be comfortable, to be free of strife and pain. Yes God is our comfort but the world we live in is not. I’m beginning to realize in my theology that being interconnected with other’s hurt is quite essential to being able to care for others.
Now is that perfect time to experience other’s hurt. I posted this in the comments on Adam’s blog:
Truly this is a time where we as a Christian community must be able to be the intercessors for a nation that is experiencing great hurt. Are we willing to be intercessors so deeply, that we also suffer a hurt, one that is not our own, so that others may briefly find hope and peace in their midst?
Pray people, pray hard, sweat blood…
Please find a place for this to affect you. Cry, be sad, feel like shit, be uneasy.
I wish I could say that I hope this doesn’t affect my work today, but you know what, I hope it does. Wouldn’t it be cool if everyone stopped what they were doing to mourn, except that won’t happen because it didn’t happen to “us”.
It’s raining right now, I’m cold, but somehow that seems so much more insignifcant at the moment. My bills, my lonilness, my fears, my worries, the things I have to get done, all seem a little less important now that I have started to really feel the hurt of millions of other people.