Comfort, comodidad, confort.
"Comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable."
I can't even begin to imagine the pain the parents of Travyon Martin must be going through. I read the other day where his mother said she cannot breathe and she cannot sleep. If you don't understand that feeling...it's a sadness that has left her hopeless and powerless. His death has taken her life away.
For many of us, that is a pain that is unimaginable. What mother wants to face that. Yet, many do in war torn countries around the globe. I think of the mothers who had to face the death of their children in Afghanistan by the hand of American solider who was guided by his own fears of prejudice, hatred, insecurity, and hopelessness, who did the same unspeakable cowardly act that George Zimmerman committed.
Yet as senseless as both of these acts are they demonstrate what we would rather not say. What we would rather whisper in the back halls at work or in groups of two or three.
And that is the fact that evil lives, works and walks among us disguised as heros. Wearing the clothes of freedom fighters and liberators. Throughout history it has been this way that nations have been conquered, people have been subdued and enslaved.
Today however, know this to be true; as we comfort the afflicted mothers around the world and here at home whose worlds have been rocked by the pain of senseless loss, we also rock the world of the comfortable and we discover that the greatest advancement of mankind comes under stress and strain, and not comfort.
Have a Thoughtful Thursday
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