Stunned

How should one believe the impossible?  Human abuse and violence to other humans seems to defy any boundary.  Man's ability to exploit the powerless appears to go on regardless of how society tries to control or protect.  Respect to those risking their lives for our protection and freedom seems illusive.  With each new revelation, I find myself unable to comprehend, unwilling to accept, and held motionless and numb. 
I find myself struggling to grabble with the reality of what I cannot believe.  I wonder how many lives must pass before I feel compelled to take a stand.  I wonder how much blood must flow before I am willing to do more than utter words of protest.  I wonder how many tears must fall before I will let my empathy and compassion put my heart and soul to work.
I desperately look forward to the day when the impossible will be confined to unimaginable creations of beauty, indescribable acts of community, and unending dances of joy.  It cannot come too quickly.
In the interim, I find myself reminding my heart of the following.
Everyone is stunned, in good times and bad.  “Moses, not believing his eyes, went up to take a closer look.  He heard God's voice: 'I am the God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.'  Frightened nearly out of his skin, Moses shut his eyes and turned away.” (Acts 7.31, 32)
Life will continue to unfold in ways we cannot predict, anticipate, or expect.  The real questions we need to wrestle with centre in the present.  Am I here?  Am I engaged?  Am I willing to make a difference?
When one is stunned, it is natural to pause.  Being unable to react is naturally human.  God calls us to be supernatural; to respond always with compassion, mercy, and an embrace.
Today dawns with an unending range of possibilities.  I know I must engage.  I know I must embrace God.  I know I must be intentional.  It is in my response to the moment at hand that I fully and completely live.