I can’t really look straight at the Haiti disaster, or let it in. It seems the heart is asked to do this over and over: To try and encompass all the human groans and turmoil, all that it can bear before bursting.
Each day is this way. It takes years to understand why we count each joy, each christening so carefully. Takes years to know why the moments of laughter, communion, joy, must be noted, felt. When you’re young you think there will be a million of those moments coming.
But they aren’t endless. Beads on a string. Something beautiful to hold onto beneath an avalanche of loss.
If you’re experiencing what I do some days, a swamping of your person under the groan and twist of the human condition, remember the rule of One:
Instead of trying to understand all the people who suffered today, think of just one face, one person, one heart. Send your comfort out to that one. Take care of them. Give them your prayer, your consideration, your love.
This is how a tragedy becomes human, and grows small enough to eventually encompass. This is how we help each other heal.