Life has resumed its normal pace. It’s good on one hand. I liked last week better, though. Time with family, sleeping in, more time reading – what’s not to like? Underneath all of this is the sobering realization that still, for many, life is not well. It’s hard for me to comprehend, still, the aftermath of the tsunami in Asia. I have no appetite for the theological debates on the tsunami either; maybe later. Insights, perhaps, but not debates. Even more sobering is the realization that while the tsunami is more dramatic, other crises (such as the AIDS pandemic) are even more devastating in this broken world:
…the bottom line is that this month and every month, more people will die of malaria (165,000 or more) and AIDS (240,000) than died in the tsunamis, and almost as many will die because of diarrhea (140,000).
We have it well here, which is why we need prayer. C.S. Lewis wrote to a friend:
I specially need your prayers because I am (like the pilgrim in Bunyan) traveling across “a plain called Ease.” Everything without and many things within are marvelously well at present.
We need prayer, because things are well here, which might make us forget that this world (including us) is not well. Not yet, anyway.