Watching the developing news coming out of Myanmar and China this week, it is difficult not to be deeply moved at the human suffering. But that's the condition I found myself in early in the week - unmoved, unaffected, emotionless, and even kind of matter-of-fact, like "Well, that's tragic, but that's how life is."
I wanted to hurt for those suffering so much, but it just wasn't there. Have I seen so much in the course of my life that I'm numb to the suffering of others? Or is it that it's just so far away from my day-to-day life that I am unfazed by it? I was bothered by my own ambivalence. So bothered that I asked the Lord to change me.
This morning, as I watched the news coverage and saw the images of the Chinese people amidst the devastation, and heard the people mourning husbands and wives and children, tears welled-up in my eyes. My heart hurt for them as the tears rolled down my cheeks and I began to pray for them with a fervency I haven't felt in a while.
I feel a little more whole today.
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I could relate to that honest account - thank you - I always get so much from visiting your blog.
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