Uber Disturbia

 

Cormorant on the Park Trail, 4-6-24. Not a common sight.

    Lord, I do not know how or what to pray when the weekend yields news of three horrifying murders.  One would have been too many.  This overwhelms the season of your advent with my expectations that Peace might rule us for a few days anyway.  I had already sent wars and homelessness on vacation from my awareness, now this.  In my head, I can hear MS reminding us of Mr. G’s Solioonensius, although not at last night’s meeting, and that causes a reflection that somehow the deep meaning of this cosmic law generally eludes me because I just don’t want to admit or see the violence attached to it.  I want softness and sentimentality and true loving kindness to dress all holidays specially.

     See “Beelzebub’s Tales” pp 622-3 for starters.  I just reviewed it and refreshed my perspective.   The author is correct. Cosmic tensions periodically stimulate humans both to religiosity or yearning for self realization and, horribly, engagement in “reciprocal destruction” en masse. 

     It reminds me that I can’t resent You, Lord, for these catastrophes, as is my first tendency; people create their own suffering, says a common wisdom.  Plus I remember that I must be careful to be aware of just who I pray to: You, not myself.  

      So I pray, Lord, let my tribe and the world see your light in our darkness, at least in this season. IJN