The setting at breakfast at the Coromandel in Chennai is surreal. There are a businessmen and a starlet with her parents milling around the buffet. In the background one hears quiet jazz music. The two television screens have the news on silent mode. Everything seems to be peaceful.
Meanwhile, outside a car killed a man as he slept outside his house. The paper alerted us of more water shortages. Power outages continue. To top it off, the majority of the population struggle to live while the elite drive around in their BMWs and even an Audi R8 and Lamborghini or two.
A friend replayed an old quote expressing the tiredness of religious meetings, convocations, and the like. The words went on to call for justice! I would add a picture with an abandoned child or struggling mother with a caption using more old words. “Please get up – wake up! Tend to my case. My God, my Lord – my life is on the line.” (Psalm 35.23)
With recent events, I have been reminded how painful life can be. Starting with the death of a close friend the story always includes more. In this story is the struggle with an illness that cannot be cured without a miracle, the breakdown of a partnership that started with promise, and the uncertainty that comes with not being able to see the future. This is not my story; it is our story. I am not unique; I am just a member of a family under attack by Evil.
I cannot change the fact that we are in a battle. I can do something in response. I can live my life, fully and deeply. I can let Hope help be see beyond the walls of pain, uncertainty, and fear.
I can live with purpose. Act positively. Do what only I can do.
I can look to lift others up that accept my offer while letting others be that do not want my help.
What you can do is different than what I am able to do. The world needs both.
