I’ve had so much going on in my head the past few days it’s been hard for me to write. So this post may be a bit disorganized…a picture of my mind.
It seems to me that we think we are living in a time of unprecedented pain and toil, and that things are getting worse. Maybe they are…maybe they aren’t. It’s really hard to say. But there is one thing that can be said.
We are living in a time when our access to information is broader than ever before. People have been perpetrating mass injustice against each since the beginning. Earthquakes, floods, fires and hurricanes have been happening all along. Untold suffering and despair have been the aftermath of it all. The earth has been groaning with birth pangs since it was plunged into corruption by the Fall. This is nothing new. I say that not to be glib, but to be realistic. This earth is indeed “falling apart” – it is the curse of the Fall, and therefore, our earth awaits the redemption of the sons and daughters of God when all things will be made new. The labor pains are intense, and we feel them and witness their effects.
But before mass communication, it was impossible for us to know of these disasters unless they were local to us. This mass communication has indeed shrunk our world so that we feel the pain of those who are thousands of miles away as we see the images of their suffering flash before our eyes. I can watch disaster unfold on my laptop with the click of a button; I have access to news 24 hours a day on CNN, MSNBC and Fox News.
And in a way, I am grateful for that. I am a news junkie. I love watching CNN and MSNBC (and yes, sometimes Fox). I like to be “in the know”…
But sometimes I find myself driven to despair by the things that I see because of my limited ability to do anything about them. If a tornado struck in my neighborhood, as long as I am not injured myself, I would have the ability to assist those who need it. The need is right there before me – and I can do tangible immediate things to help those that I am with. I am present day in and day out to walk through the matter of rebuilding because it is my home also that has been wiped out. But what of those who live a thousand miles away and are in the aftermath of a tornado, or a flood, or a hurricane – as I watch the images, how do I help? What do I do? And what do I do with the guilt of what I perceive is doing “nothing” by virtue of the fact that I am not there and I have no means to get there.
Seeing struggles are important – I can’t help but think images of the Civil Rights struggle did much to advance it…the footage of police and firemen in Birmingham using fire hoses and attack dogs on young children who were marching through a park…images of children being escorted into a school by National Guardsmen as angry crowds spew out words of hatred and wave threatening signs all around them. These images made the Civil Rights issues real to so many who may not have seen the impact that segregation and discrimination were making in the South. Without such images it is hard to say if the movement would have had the same impact that it did. So I do not say these things to dismiss the importance of communication or media.
In a sense, it is a blessing that our access to information has made us so globally minded…but in another sense, it is a struggle. Because we are limited to a particular locality as finite physical beings, it is impossible to invest into every area where suffering abounds. It is mentally exhausting to me at times to consider the level of suffering that occurs in the world…and if I take my eyes off the Lord I can be driven to despair and cynicism that will destroy me. And I feel pressure to ponder and think on these things and to fully engage in it all. But my emotional resources fail me much of the time.
Then my mind wanders to another point. We ask ourselves how to impact our world – when many times the issues right outside our doors are left unnoticed. We will travel halfway around the world to help people with things we wouldn’t dream of reaching out to our neighbor to assist with. And we feel helpless to do anything about those things because more often than not we cannot be present to live it out with them on a daily basis.
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this…I suppose right now I’m just venting. Trying to wrap my head around it all. Seems to me that I generate more questions than answers sometimes…
Here’s another thought. And I speak particularly about myself when I say this. Perhaps it is because nothing is ever completely restored that I feel nothing has been done. Kind of an all or nothing deal. Theologians would call this an “over-realized eschatology” – one that expects more of the Kingdom that is to come in the here and now than has actually been promised. The balance of indignation and grief over the suffering of the world and the hope of what is to come…how do we strike that balance? And given the fact that we are now privy to information about our world that was invisible to us before, what is our responsibility to that?
Again, more questions than answers. *sigh*
More later.
Grace and peace…