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Surely I grieve for the lives shattered and lost in Japan; the ears of my heart are not deaf to their cries.
And yet I wonder why the outpouring of shock, tears and support is so evident around me in the middle of this crisis in a way different than when Haiti was struck, or when the tsunami devastated Indonesia. These already seem forgotten.
Japan is much like us, a first world nation. Is that why we are moved? If this could happen to them, it could happen to us.
In the middle of my pondering I recalled the following from Richard Stearns The Hole In Our Gospel:
I want you to imagine for a moment that you woke up this morning to the following headline: “One Hundred Jetliners Crash, Killing 26,500.” Think of the pandemonium this would create across the world as heads of state, parliaments, and congresses convened to grapple with the nature and causes of this tragedy.
Now imagine that the very next day, one hundred more planes crashed – and one hundred more the next, and the next, and the next. It is unimaginable that something this terrible could ever happen.
But it did – and it does.
Do we, can we allow the storm that rocked Japan to loom larger and take on more importance than any other losses?
It happened today, and it happened yesterday. It will happen again tomorrow. But there was no media coverage. No heads of state, parliaments, or congresses stopped what they were doing to address the crisis, and no investigations were launched. Yet more than 26,500 children died yesterday of preventable causes related to their poverty, and it will happen again today and tomorrow and the day after that. Almost 10 million children will be dead in the course of a year. So why does the crash of a single plane dominate the front pages of newspapers across the world while the equivalent of one hundred planes filled with children crashing daily never reaches our ears?
I hear the voice of one
in the cries of millions.
My heart trembles
as it falls
all at once able
to leak fresh tears.
there are no answers.
My spirit weeps
with those who weep.
I hear the voice of millions
in the cries of one.
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