Greetings Dear Reader,
Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are
important to get out. Usually I just
write them and put them in my journal folder.
I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.
“I can hear the cell phones of the deceased ringing in the
triage parking lot; loved ones trying to find them...".
It is Wednesday evening.
Even the very best of those cell phone batteries are dead now. The phones are all probably in neat little
bags as evidence or belongings of the deceased.
Almost everyone has a cell phone.
There are at least fifty-nine that are no longer needed by their owners. They no longer have meetings to go to, news
feeds to catch up on, or concerts to attend.
The cell phones of the dead are not getting the updates and
alerts as we feast on the foul news of gun protests and people bashing. We, the American people have already
descended into factions, feuds, and political blamestorming. We dishonor the dead by grabbing for
political gain with their neatly stacked corpses as our platform.
The cell phones of the dead will not bother you today
because they too are dead. Yes, we need
to stop the violence. We need to stop
the bleeding first. We need to show as
much outrage over the commerce over corpses as we do over kneeling football
players, aborted babies, and slow hurricane responses. We have lost our ability to respect the
dead. We use them instead to further our
own agenda.
The cell phones of the dead are still ringing in my
mind. Here is my agenda: Spend your protest money to care for the
families left behind by the dead. Donate
your time giving blood, tissue, or anything else that is needed. Refuse to engage in political talk about this
tragedy and steer the conversation toward active practical ways to help the
wounded and the grieving. Save your
opinions for later. Care for those in
need now.
The cell phones of the dead have gone silent. The cell phones of the wounded are telling
stories. One woman, Jan Lambourne texted
this to her husband after being shot, “I love you. I've been shot. I love you
so much.” She was in critical
condition. She has since been upgraded
to stable. We need to create a world
where she and her husband want for nothing until she is recovered.
The nation has forgotten how to be decent to each other in
their disagreements. That means the
people, the individuals have forgotten.
That means that just as the cell phones of the dead go silent so do our
horror and resolve. When they were
ringing we wanted to answer. Now we want
to blame and fight. The cease fire in
our civil war only lasted long enough for us to pause, not stop.
The cell phones of the dead have gone silent but not in my
heart and mind. Seek not to know for
whom the Cell tolls; it tolls for thee…
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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