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Ob bla di, Ob bla da . . .

 

Life goes on. Blah.

 

For some it doesn’t. It stopped in Japan for so many. Swept away in a wash and a mountain of debris. Lost. Devastation so complete it’s hard to imagine the photos aren’t “doctored”. Within the horror miracles of a four month old baby found by the father and a man miles from shore rescued . . .

 

So I find it disgusting when the tragedy, huge in its sorrow and destruction, is reported with amplification and dishonesty and tabloid sensationalism. Isn’t what happened enough? Isn’t the magnitude of the quake, the size of the tsunami, the shock of survivors, the incalculable injuries, the mounds of death enough? When is it okay to create a charade, to add to the chaos with supposition and pontification? Can truth ever be less valuable than a pseudo reality?

 

Journalism is a dying art. It’s been hijacked by liars and deceivers who want their stories to be the biggest, who want to outdo everyone else who’s reporting. They want the clamor and attention focused on their reporting, their accounts, their alerts, them.

 

Life and death. The measure of days we’re given to live. They end. Who knows how or when? Some are mourned. Some go unnoticed. Some are never found. Sadness follows the ending of a life. Joy eventually reigns in the Christian’s spirit.

 

Some truth in the aftermath of such pain:

 

Therefore God again set a certain day, calling it Today, when a long time later he spoke through David, as was said before:

     “Today if you hear his voice,

       do not harden your hearts.”

 

Hebrews 4:7 (NIV)

 

Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.

 

Hebrews 4:13 (NIV)

 

. . . mourn with those who mourn.

 

Romans 12:13b (NIV)

 

. . .

 

a time to be born and a time to die,

 

. . .

 

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance . . .

 

Ecclesiastes 3:2, 4 (NIV)

 

 

God, we plead for your mercy for the people who’ve lost it all in Japan and across your globe. We acknowledge our smallness. We’re desperate for you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

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One response to “Ob bla di, Ob bla da . . .”

  1. Jan Fischer Avatar
    Jan Fischer

    There is a song with a line in it that says, “In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I’m blessed…”
    The foolish politics that are being played out across this nation is a shame. The Japanese people are suffering. My heart breaks when I see a mother and father walking along the street calling their son’s name hoping to hear his voice in the rubble. My heart does not break for those crying out for a bigger piece of the NFL pie. My heart does not break for teachers wanting a bigger piece of whatever pie.
    Get over yourselves! Get down on your knees and thank God for all you have, and while you’re down there pray for water, food and warm clothing for those in Japan who have nothing now.

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