March 26, 2019-
For a good part of my time with my little family, in Korea, I was drawn away from anything to do with the wider world. It felt only natural to narrow my focus, with only a relatively brief microburst of heavy rain, upon our return to Busan from Jeju, on March 15, to let the potential of havoc remind me that there was indeed “life’s mud and stone”, in the words of the great Kenny Rogers, of which to be ever mindful.
Nothing was more jarring than the shootings in Christchurch, something for which I ached, for days afterward, upon reading a digest of news in a copy of The Korea Herald. Spiritual truth is one, continuous flow, throughout history and will remain so. The wanton slaughter of 120 people in northern Nigeria, yet another episode in the back-and-forth atrocities between Christians and Muslims in that country and the ongoing bloodbath in Mali, orchestrated by the Islamic State and pitting the Peuhl people against IS’s Dogon opponents, have stayed on the back burner of the world’s awareness. This is the wrong approach. At the very least, what happens in Africa, especially in the west and north of the continent, will spread to Europe, eventually, just as conflicts in the west of Asia are feared to do. More essentially, the deaths of hundreds-anywhere- is a humanitarian crisis, worthy of the full attention of the wider world.
We seem to at least be paying closer attention to the horrific cyclone-caused damage and casualties in Mozambique, Malawi and Zimbabwe. Americans can identify with such events, especially when simultaneous horrors are ravaging the North American Great Plains and riparian areas of the Midwest. Nature is in a highly-charged state right now. Whether it is cyclical or the result of intense man-made climatic disruptions, unified responses are necessary.
Then, there were the more personal individual tragedies: A young lady who had survived last year’s Parkland, FL shootings was overcome by her emotional pain, and took her life. A week later, the esteemed economist, Paul Krueger, overcome by suffering of his own, followed suit. Closer to home, two teen girls in our area and a Phoenix police officer were killed by inattentive drivers.
I learned my lesson, that even during the most basic and intensely personal of life events, there is no separation from all that surrounds us. Meanwhile, family thrives, near neighbours may struggle-and those who live in areas, where life’s larger problems seem intractable, continue to warrant our love and efforts to help, where possible.
The “meanwhiles” never take a vacation.