Standing before the open fridge, I’m struck by what I’ve just watched. Famine in Africa. Genocide….where? Someplace I can’t even pronounce. I think it used to be part of the Soviet bloc. Corruption in Washington. Life as usual. It always ends with the anchor folding his notes and offering a pleasant “Good night”. Good night? That’s it? You have nothing else to say? You’ve just regaled us with the horrors of the world we live in, and all you can say is “Good night”? To be fair, he did promise more details-with film-at eleven. Just once I wish he’d pause at the close of his report, take a long, deep breath, and then say,
How far we are from home,” or “If only we had listened,” or “Thank God, our sojourn here is drawing to an end”.
Something awful has happened; something terrible. Something worse, even, than the fall of man. For in that greatest of all tragedies, we merely lost Paradise-and with it, everything that made life worth living. What has happened since is unthinkable: we’ve gotten used to it.
~John Eldredge – Desire