I know nothing that happens in the world, anymore, until well after the fact. My news exposure lately is the weather forecast at 11:20pm if I'm awake. And I'm not happy about it.
We live in terrible times. There is so much sadness in the big world, the little world around us, and the tiny little world we live in. This evening a bomb destroyed a wedding celebration in Amman. 4 Iraqi police officers died today in an ambush in Baquba. 2058 US servicemen, 97 British soldiers, 103 other coalition members, and more than 27000 Iraqi civilians have died in a war that is as old as my son. A 14 year old girl my daughter goes to school with, the only child, the miracle baby her mother never thought she'd have, died in her sleep last week. I see so much sadness that it's too painful to search out the joy that must be here somewhere.
I choose not to read the newspaper much anymore. I don't watch the news, I don't listen to talk radio. Bad news sells, and frankly, I'm just not buying anymore.
The holidays are coming. We need some good news, and we need it soon.
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