I’ve been prayerfully following Elizabeth Scalia’s coverage of the ravaging of Iraq, and I hope you have been too.
Rebecca Hamilton writes here about how Ebola is not someone else’s problem.
I’m appalled by the reports from the southern border of the US: Central America’s feudal warlords have scourged their own fiefdoms to the point that parents are pushing even their young daughters onto avenues of escape that are half an inch short of certain rape and likely death.
When our kids pray at night, there’s a litany of countries they pray for, and we keep adding new ones.
Things are bad.
Last week I read Blood Royal, which recounts the investigation of the murder of the king of France’s brother in the early 1400′s, and the civil war that ensued when the culprit was pinned. Excellent book, highly recommended, but it won’t make you nostalgic for 15th century France.
Also last week, a friend took a few minutes at the end of a small group gathering to talk about the serious peril that our own nation faces. She had reasons for her concerns, and she had a solution: Prayer. She challenged us to get off our rear ends and do something. She suggested the Prayers of St. Bridget. I cannot disagree, even though I proceeded to have probably my second- or third- worst prayer-week in recent memory. I’ll reform my ways, I will.
After that group discussion, through which I’d been silent, another friend asked my opinion. Are we, here in the US, close to doom, did I think?
Well we could be, or we might not be. I’m not in the prognosticating business. There are reasons we in North America have been lucky lately, and reasons that we are no more immune to disaster than anyone else. Bad things happen. Horrible things. They’ve happened on this soil and everyone else’s.
Sometimes they don’t happen, and we die peacefully in our sleep after a long, enchanted, pre-rewarded life on earth.
But die we will. Five minutes from now, five days from now, five decades from now. Horribly, not-so-horribly, one way or another it’s coming.
So get your soul in order.
Then pray for the people facing inescapable horror, and do what you can to spare others avoidable horrors.
For yourself? Get used to the happy fear. The beginning century or so of human life can really rot sometimes, but the eternal end doesn’t have to.