We were right, it’s been one bad year, this 2020. If you’ve forgotten, take a look. Some of it unbelievably, I had.
In our house, we’ve faced a few trials this year but as I looked at the photos I was shaken. Our small measure of inconvenience and frustration amounts to absolutely nothing when compared to the chaos and suffering that has descended upon the planet.
Let me repeat, our small measure of inconvenience and frustration amounts to absolutely nothing when compared to the chaos and suffering that has descended upon the planet.
I typically post a photo with these blogs, but this morning I could not choose. Hungry children without food or electricity in Peru. A dear sweet couple embracing through plastic in Spain. Desert locusts in Kenya. A father grieving the loss of his seven-year old son in Azerbaijan. Rioters in the streets in any number of countries.
I’m sorry. I can’t say which image, which reminder of our global distress, is worse. Nor will I even try.
What I will say is that something must change and aside from the year on my calendar, I think it’s got to be me. And you.
I will be among all things more prayerful. More mindful and compassionate. More other-focused. More altruistic. Less tolerant of my (and your) petty, small complaints about dumb things that don’t matter in the face of 2020. So should you.
Because something’s gotta change.