37 When he came near the place where the road goes down the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen:
38 “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!” “Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”
39 Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples!”
40 “I tell you,” Jesus replied, “if they keep quiet, the very rocks and stones will cry out.”
The Bible, Luke 19:37-40
What if 2020 is not really the car crash it seems to be?
Just a thought …
Things really stopped and went quiet for a while, didn’t they?
And now the cries are loud and big and scary … and demand to be listened to!
What if 2020 is a cry for help, a call for change?
Maybe all the cries … of all the animals, the environment, the skies, the vulnerable, the un-heard, the hurting, the suffocating, the very rocks and stones, are now finally audible?
What do you think?
And furthermore, what if the governments, the big businesses, the powerful, the bullies and the fat-cats REALLY stopped and listened?
What if we all listened?
I hope 2020 teaches me to listen better.
I don’t know if anything I do or say really matters in the grand scheme (and I so really want it to matter). It would be nice to do something significant, or maybe small – even tiny – to make a difference in just one of the crying, hurting lives out there.
I’m just not really sure how.
P.s. This week the world’s cry, especially the cries of my beloved Africa, and my own ineffectual role to be of any help, weighed heavy. A dear friend of mine reminded me that there are some wonderful small, individual stories of goodness, generosity and beauty out there too. I’ll try to focus on those instead.