We, who sit thousands of miles away, watch the tragedy that is current day Iraq unfold on our television screens. After a while, the daily killings all seem to blur into each other. Not much catches our attention anymore. The tick tick tick of human life expiring at a steady click becomes part of the background noise. We perk our ears and focus our eyes every now and then when something really dramatic occurs that breaks the monotony of mayhem. Otherwise, life lumbers forward and we busy ourselves with our work and our family. This monotony is captured well by E.M. Forster’s pen:
And again and again fell the world like the ebb of a dying sea.
I suspect life is also like that in Iraq. Where the daily killings, even though they are immediate, are taken in stride as life tries to survive and make sense of the horrors all around. I suspect this, but the Iraqis live this. Today see this reality for yourself through the eyes of an Iraqi citizen. Read the post entitled "Lynchings and Holy Wars" on the blog Healing Iraq. See man’s inhumanity to man and ask yourself if you believe that Iraq is not already over the waterfall.
Today, I grieve for Iraq, I grieve for her people and I grieve for her children.
I leave you with the words that stirred Hemingway. A meditation by John Donne:
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated…As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness…No man is an island, entire of itself…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.