I’ve decided to give up reading the news for Lent. What
better way to cease cogitating upon the world, the flesh and the devil? The
news is soaked in worldly waters, from changing climates to political precipitations
to wars and rumours of war. The flesh, both sensuality and mortality, swims
through it carrying naked celebrities, vigorously sporting vulgarities,
morbidities, cruelties and corpses. Such devils play in it as freakish
financials, household horrors, and spoiled, unsanctified, sinister and savage
speech.
But I want
to know. Sometimes I need to know, though maybe a lot less than I think, much
of what happens directly consequent on what came before, with nations, persons,
places.
The
liturgical year gives signs to separate the furious churning of events, so hard
to distinguish, so easily forgetting, so careless of history, so tender to
illusions of all kinds. What would it mean to attend to news of divine events?
The birth
of a King; sorrows of a Mother; gift of friendship (loyal or disloyal), pangs
of salvation? Corruption of authorities, hostilities of mobs, reign of disease,
transformations, transfiguration? Healing power of peace? Grace on earth?
Divine news
gives signs to interpret worldly news. Go there.
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