I wake up thinking “There is so much to do!” Housework and writing; communicating and catching up; praying and reflecting.
But I’m caught in this trap of media watching. It’s a vicious cycle of anger and laughter and sadness – but mostly anger. There’s so much to do, but I’m caught. I’m right where the enemy of my soul and heart wants me to be – distracted.
The other day I read an article on refugees – how this year will be the deadliest yet; how we aren’t even paying attention because we are so distracted.
“At least 3,034 refugees have died in the Mediterranean since the start of this year — almost as many as the whole of 2015.”
Because we are busy talking about Trump.
Because we are busy talking about Hillary.
Because we are busy being ethnocentric and egocentric and all sorts of centric. Because we have been lured into time wasting and media watching, giving attention to those who don’t deserve our attention. Because if we can focus on the sins and faults of another, we don’t have to deal with our own.
So refugees continue to die, and asylum continues to erode, and misinformation and media continue to rule the day.
The enemy of distraction is not easy to defeat. But defeat it I must. It cannot be allowed to control me.
I cry out to God and I pray for the hurting, for the one at the margins, for the refugee.
Then, resolutely I begin to do what needs doing.
Because there’s so much to do.