You know that thing when you open the dishwasher, and shove something in mid-cycle? Well, I do it really fast, before the dishwasher actually realises so there’s no pause in the cycle. Just a quick hiss of water, the clunk of the mug or fork as it bumps into its friends, the bang of the door. Then, immediately the soothing whoosh resumes. And I can relax. You see, if you don’t do that, if you move slowly, precisely, the dishwasher realises and does a sort of, “Mayday! Mayday! I appear to be open! Captain, stop operations! Wait until the items are arranged in the trays in height order. In height order, I say! When the door’s closed, after sixty seconds (so this lousy operator thinks we’ve broken down completely) and not a moment before, you may resume wash cycle.” My way’s better though. There’s no pause at all. Just a breath.
The appalling events in Paris this weekend have resulted in a wave of outrage and sympathy across the world. Iconic buildings are lit like the tricolore, people are demonstrating and lighting candles, Facebook is helping you update your profile picture in French colours. The empathy and support are overwhelming and that’s how it should be. Discussions on the radio include those who want a full-scale war and those who insist violence should not be met with violence, calling for another way. Then there are those who claim it’s the politicians’ fault. If they hadn’t recklessly made war on Iraq, this would never had happened.
It’s interesting how our reactions are so much stronger than they were, say, after the Sharm-el-Sheikh air crash. Of course we were upset, particularly when we found out everyone on the plane died, there were Brits who couldn’t leave the country and an ISIS- affiliated group claimed responsibility. More people died than were killed in Paris but somehow the latter is far, far worse. Did Facebook encourage us to change our profile pictures to a Russian flag? (Which is, after all. not that different from the French one.) Did I even think of it? No.
Somehow it’s more real when it’s in the west. Russia? Of course it’s sad for them but they’re so far away and anyway, they dope their athletes. France is just a few breast strokes away. It’s practically Kent, give or take a tsunami around 8,000 years ago. Literally, it could have been me.
1,750 migrants perished in the Mediterranean this year. More than 200, 000 have died in Syria. And our hearts have bled for them. But I confess those situations have not affected me the way the Paris one has. Something about the planning, the co-ordination, the years of preparation that went into such attacks perhaps? Is it also the chilling fact that on the same day, quite a number of individuals chose to destroy so many regardless of the most valuable thing they themselves possess – their lives?
This is not to condemn anyone, except myself perhaps. I’m trying to understand my own reactions. There was something on Facebook this morning about looking in the rubble for those who help. It challenges me to live the way God intended – praying and finding ways to stand alongside – holding the hands of those who mourn, giving money or making food, sending clothes or packing boxes. This is what is behind the profile pictures, the iconic buildings, the demos. What else can we do?
This one will be in the media for a while, I imagine. But how long will it take me to shrug it off and move on? I don’t want to be the kind of person who cares deeply but briefly. But this will mean thinking things through, stopping the machine, taking time. Then acting. Instead of throwing things in and slamming the door.
A pause not a breath.
6 thoughts on “A Breath or a Pause? Paris and beyond…”
This has really made me think about attitude to all humanity.l pray that God will reveal ways for us to respond positively so the evil has not won😨
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Yes, it’s so hard isn’t it, to react and then think. I am guilty of this all the time 😦 Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
Wonderfully written and challenging too: thank you.
Thanks so much Phil, and for reading and commenting.
It’s hard not to despair. So much bloodshed. How do people get to a place where killing is normal? Very wise words from you, and you’re right to point out our inconsistencies in terms of what we respond to and what we don’t. It’s so controlled by the media, too. Children die of hunger in some countries, but we don’t see those stories, because it’s always happening, so it’s not ‘news’ apparently.
A lot of it is the media – western disasters will sell more papers. Sadly, we’re all to blame but it makes me so sad, that we don’t seem to be able to change this about ourselves. The whole self-interest thing. Only God can do that. Thanks for commenting.