Trump stages his rallies. Thousands gather to hear and
remain convinced they are right. About what? They are laughing, clapping,
stomping their feet, and cheering. What? Truth?
They hear the complaints against the other side, the
nonbelievers. They hear condemnation of what they think they are not. It’s the
other people making this world rotten. The right people are in their room right
now hearing the truth. What truth?
The facts are never reported. Not by trump. Not by his
handlers. Not by the press. They only report what was said and the nature of
the crowd. But what about truth? What truth?
The families in need. The unemployed now in the abyss of
loss where no jobs exist. Their careers disappeared. They did not know. They
were busy living their lives to pay attention. They didn’t see it coming, the
abyss.
The family that loves their kids even in adulthood. Love so
dear they do not see what is coming. The abyss arrives. They know not why.
The church sings hymns and prays for light. They labor to
help others. They see why. The abyss, though, swallows whole communities
elsewhere, sometimes right beneath their noses. And they are unable to respond
to the call. Some in their midst say it is ‘not I’ to do. If not they, who?
Mother Teresa was often depressed, despondent. Her diary
tells us so. And why so low? Because she witnessed so much suffering, so much
sorrow, so much of the abyss in the eyes of those she loved and cared for. The
task so large it engulfed her? The carer cares too much?
The abyss waits for each of us. We avoid it. We help some to
avoid it as well. But its day will come. It is the space of the universe. It
tells us our small size. It is not you or I who must care. All of us must
answer the darkness.
Is that not what we are called to do? And if the response is
not enough? What then?
Why are those people celebrating?
October 24, 2018
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