On Violence, Peace, and Doing Small Things

"The world is loud and terrible this summer. It is as if the entire planet has tilted on its axis and dipped us all in nightmare," writes Christie Purifoy over at There Is a River, and I must admit, I'm glad someone else feels it's weight. The militant Islamic State kills Christians and Yazidis, among others, in torturous ways. According to a recent Newsweek article Jews are once again facing increased persecution in Europe. People march in protest and riot over the dubious killing of teen Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri while the National Guard is brought in. Israel and Hamas spill blood over Gaza.

My heart has been weighed down by the terror and madness of the world. Powerless, has been the word that come to mind. I have felt like Habakkuk:

" Why do you make me see iniquity, and why do you idly look at wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; strife and contention arise. So the law is paralyzed, and justice never goes forth. For the wicked surround the righteous; so justice goes forth perverted." (Habakkuk 1:3-4)

I go about my life praying for the oppressed. I weed the garden, feeling the trivialness of doing so while so much heartache and bloodshed pour around the world. I do what I can where I live, give where I can to organizations who can reach where I can't, sponsor children to give them tools for life and pray that such small things will make a lasting impact.

I seek peace and pursue it. I remember that God delights in love, justice, and righteousness. I print out Jones Design Company's free artprint because I love Gary Haugen's words: "Justice is doing for others what we would want for ourselves."

I hope in God and "do small things with great love" (Mother Teresa).