I received news this morning of the death of a security guard from one of my former parishes.
I now feel inundated under a rubble of darkness and despair. The news of death adds to the litany of global and local troubles.
Preparation for war
Struggle for justice
Natural disasters – volcanic eruptions (Tonga) and earthquakes (Haiti)
And the list is unending. . . “darkness was over the surface of the deep” (Genesis 1:2).
Carefully reading that Genesis chapter, it dawned on me that verse 2 ends with “and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.” But I am not feeling the Spirit. The Spirit seems absent today, now. The deep and dark waters are dominant. I feel like I am drowning.
Then, I remember the testimony of a friend who travelled by car in search of the Supreme Court building, downtown Kingston, Jamaica, got lost, circled the area several times, and eventually was stopped by a male stranger. Fearful, but desperate, she stopped. He observed her circling several times. For him, she was obviously a stranger in the area. He enquired about her destination. She informed him. He directed her. She sighed in thanksgiving and found her way.
“And God said, “Let there be light. . .” (Genesis 1: 3).
I search for the Light amid the social media news of darkness. I ask for the Light to renew my darkness, darkness resulting from despairing news dominating the virtual highway. I pray to see the Light.
“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness” (Desmond Tutu).