Life is hard sometimes, very hard, but sometimes someone elses suffering makes us aware that technically speaking we are all a piece of the whole. As a former Catholic, we called it the mystical body of Christ, which I always perfectly understood and didn't fight like I did some parts of Catholicism. In more metaphysical terms, it means that there is one God and that we are co-creators. In literature we hear that No Man is An Island or I Am My Brothers Keeper.
When things are going well for us, sometimes we become complacent and distant from those who suffer, but sometimes we have to face their pain and our own fears. When I read my blogging buddy Steves blog yesterday, he calls us as a blogging community to pray for a 13-year old girl named Shelby. Shelby's family is helping her keep an online journal during her sudden and dangerous cancer treatmentand they are asking us to do about the only thing we can do and that is to pray and drop notes by e-mail to Shelby.
In this morning's Daily Breeze there was a large feature with photos on a local five-year-old named Hannah Geisinger who is suffering from a rare progressive brain disorder called Canavan and her story is pretty incredible. I know many, many people who are terminally ill (the blessing of having a big family and many friends--and being old) and all of us have family and friends who are ill. When children are ill, it's especially tough to take. What in the heck can we do to make a difference?
Our Unity minister Trish Weisman-OConnor flew to Seattle this weekend to be with her 34-year-old grandson David who has been suffering from a progressive disease that started when he was 16. He has already had two heart transplants, his spleen is now being removed, and he is waiting for a liver transplant. My dear friend Larry is awaiting a liver transplant and his son-in-law at 42 is battling Lou Gehrig's disease.
Wars rage throughout the world. Terrorists terrorize, and criminals kill. People have accidents and they get diseases. Shit happens. All of these things remind me of the preciousness of life. Those of us in L.A. are still reeling from the fatal train wreck in Glendale this week caused by a severely depressed man abandoning his SUV on the tracks. I despair if I take it all in at once. Everything seems so random, so uncontrollable.
But, I know that to be human means suffering and it calls me again to remember that I do have the power to pray for others--not only my family and friends who suffer, but to also include people in the community, the world and even our blogging world. Please join me in praying for Shelby, Hannah and David and if you give me a heads up, I'll add who you are praying for into my prayer bowl.