The voice at the other end brought a new reality.
“They started bombing Dad.”
“When did they start?”
“Seven hours ago.”
As I flew from London to Mumbai, our flight path had crossed the southern perimeter of the latest war zone. Given the side of the plane I was on, I could probably have seen the cruise missiles launched on Afghanistan from the missile frigates and submarines. I wondered aloud about how close we were to the action. I paused to reflect on just how vulnerable a 747 would be on the edge of a war zone. No matter which way I looked at the events, the outcome and alternatives could have easily have been nothing by disaster.
The voice at the other end brought a new reality.
“The world is at war. We have failed and will fail again in the future individually and corporately.”
“When did this start?”
“Conflict has raged since the time when we began.”
“When will it end?”
The question carries on, answered yet unending. A plane full of people made it to India last night while innocent people died from the bombs launched during our flight. We know that metaphorically “good men and women travel right into life; sin’s detours take you straight to hell.” (Proverbs 12.28) However, do we really live like we believe this is a truth statement?
Last night I flew, read a book, and acted as if I did not know a war was raging on below me. In truth I did not know about the missiles flying and adrenalin running on overdrive. I was in my own world far away from the true reality far below me. I carried on as if there was nothing in this world to worry about.
I’m not sure things are any different with God and the people around me. I often sit idly by while pain, hardship, and heartache strike. I find myself watching when others struggle to survive. Does it need to be that way?
The answer is no. It is also one I need to remake, everyday.
