Day Cruise

We always read or hear about traffic fatalities. I’m sure many of you have heard the traffic reports on the radio on your way to work or school. The radio announcers talk about how a certain road or a section of a highway has been closed because of a car accident. They provide information on detours and such. I’m sure some of us may have grumbled at having to be late for work or some important function because of such an accident. I know that in past debate competitions in high school, I have used some random highway traffic accident statistic to win a debate—and sometimes lost one because of it. I’m guessing you have heard about the accident on Sunday. As a loved one was taken away from us, we responded with plain sorrow. It only hit me when I read the online edition of the Dallas Morning News. It reported the details of the accident, and made sure to state that our loved one was the “35^th fatality on Dallas roads this year” Another statistic for any one reading the newspaper. For me- it was someone I knew. Someone who had given me Sunny Delights on many occasions at her home. I talk about traffic fatalities because it made me think about debates that I always plunge into with people. After Sunday morning, everything seems so vain. Silliness, really, that’s all it is… plain silliness. We argue about whether Canada is better than America or if taxes should be cut. We whine about light bulbs that don’t get bright in time or toilets that are way too loud when they flush. We seek joy in watching grown men throw around an object. We complain when the internet isn’t going fast enough. We really are pathetic. Everything we talked about- politics, science, money—it all is trivial when we “face the seriousness of death.”

This is it, folks. This is life and the end of it. Once again we face an infinite awesomeness of God amidst our massive pride and human selfishness. All we have that is not fleeting can be summed up in one word—nothingness. For so clear to me now and so vividly imprinted on my thoughts is the fact that we are but dust. I can honestly tell you without shame tonight that I wept before God. I tell you this without shame because it is what all of us need to do. Just weep before the Almighty. As we see that we live and we walk and breathe for he allows us to do so. I look at the city of Portland right now and I feel fear. Along with that fear, I have this hope in my heart that the Indians in this city—more specifically the Malayalees, will just come before God and weep. There are so many broken hearts in this city and in Dallas. We have got to get moving. Urgency would be an understatement in this situation. Let us put aside all of our differences, let us unite as part of the Body of Christ. I don’t know who reads this blog regularly- but I hope that people read this post. I pray that God touches your heart and causes you to look at yourself. Because all this has certainly caused me to look at myself.

I speak to all of the Malayalees who are reading this when I say- we have several choices to make as a community in this situation. Will we be vultures? Or will we be what God desires us to be? Sources of comfort- it’s really as simple as that. Let us pray.

I have stopped myself from saying the entire story- because I just don't think it's the right time. Some people might disagree with me putting this up right now but it's just on my heart right now and I wanted to share it.

Posted by daycruz on 3.28.2005 at 10:57 PM | Permalink