There are things going on in our world today that could cause us the nervousness of a long-tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
I’m wondering why leaders of our powerful and respected countries take to “twitter and tweets” to draw attention to the undesired policies of their world counterparts instead of going through diplomatic channels. I’m wondering what is the world coming to.
More and more we are seeing and hearing of governments trying to clean up their counterparts’ policies by “tweeting” it out for all the world to see, before concentrating on their own homeland issues.
I’m wondering why they are eager to see another’s faults without addressing the fact that there may be something lacking in their own agendas. It’s a good thing to defend human rights and all the other issues that assail us on a daily basis, no matter what part of the world we inhabit, but I wonder if there is not a proper way to address them.
Perhaps all leaders might want to look to their own infallibility and consider the course of action that would be beneficial to all concerned, and process it through proper channels, after some sincere soul searching.
Scripture speaks of this beautifully:
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4 How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? Matthew 7:3,4 NIV
Just as we here in Canada celebrated our July 1st Canada Day, so our neighbors to the south in the USA are celebrating this day, July 4th, their Independence Day.
Happy Fourth of July to my American friends, relatives, and fellow bloggers. Be blessed.
Okay, so I guess with the exception of those responsible for such an inhumane act as the recent chemical attack in Syria that killed over seventy people including children, the rest of the world is trying to digest this disgusting act of depravity. A recent Facebook comment was that someone would have to pay for this atrocity…and someone will. The victims died a horrible death…and for what?
In the meantime, here in our own country, people are killing each other daily with knives, guns, cars and stupidity if I may be so blunt as to say so…like the person seen driving and texting on the 401 highway a couple of weeks ago. I’m told that this is a common occurrence…a common occurrence? Why is that?
We, as a concerned people see these things going on and wonder what can be done about them. One thing we should not do is become complacent. When we see it we should act on it whether it is by writing a letter, making a phone call, or bringing awareness by other means…or stepping up to the plate and taking responsibility for whatever infinitesimal part we may play in the unfolding of world chaos.
Whether we are witnessing and condoning by silence, or refusing to get involved, we are part of the problem if we continue to keep our distance.
Each time we turn our backs on family, ignore the helpless, pretend it’s okay to blame someone else for our own inadequacies, we are contributing to the atrocities of the world. You don’t think so? Just ask the One who is watching from a distance.
Breakfast in Italy, lunch in Austria, dinner in Bavaria…three meals in one day, in three different countries…it was a trip of a lifetime.
In October 2004, my youngest daughter who lives in the Channel Islands was running a marathon in Venice. We began our journey in Jersey, traveled by ferry to Saint Malo, France, and on to Venice where Lynn completed her marathon in less than four hours, which was her goal. Our travels included the Italian and Swiss Alps and a tour of Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria. .Everyone except me ventured onto the Marion Bridge. For one thing it was too high, and being a suspension bridge there was too much swaying for my liking. I stayed behind and hugged a tree.
In Paris we of course went up the Eiffel Tower, visited the Louvre Museum, Notre Dame Cathedral and strolled the Champs-Elysees.
The final stop on our tour was Normandy Landing Beaches. I felt a mixture of sadness and triumph as the story of that era was unveiled during our brief stop there.
My son-in-law, Brian, provided the following map, which I have chosen for Day Seventeen in the #everydayinspiration assignment, “A Map as Your Muse”. The purple outline shows our route. This assignment brought back many wonderful memories and I am happy to relive them.
I write because thoughts swirl around in my head and I sometimes don’t know what to do with them. Writing them down gets them out of my head and maybe sometimes into someone else’s.
Take last Friday evening for instance. A young couple in their early thirties was enjoying a lovely summer evening under a tree on a park bench in downtown Toronto. They were here from France on work permits and expecting a baby.
Suddenly, a large branch of the Siberian elm, which was their shade, fell from the tree and hit the young man as he leaned in to protect his wife. It killed him. Dead. On the spot. How can that be? Here one second and gone the next.
These thoughts have been on my mind since that tragic evening. I write because I think it will help ease my mind but I know the questions will go to bed with me again tonight.
Why is a young wife and her unborn child stranded in Canada without the husband she shared a park bench with at the end of a busy day? Why did the branch fall? Why Canada and not France?
I write because I care.