Greetings from Linz, Austria. I finally have a little time to write and respond to emails, etc.

A few nights ago I watched a movie called Shooting Dogs on our bus during a night drive.  I tried searching for it on Rotten Tomatoes and couldn’t find it so I assume most of you haven’t even seen it.

It’s in the vein of Hotel Rwanda and is worth the watch.

Regardless, it inspired me to write the following:

What is good should not die out.  But who decides what is good?

Trying to make a difference, starring in your own Broadway play, and then…there’s all this.  You won’t ever get numb to the pain.  Human nature might deny you that right but in its place will deny someone’s self-worth.

Did the dogs open fire? Were they shooting at you? According to your mandate if you are to shoot the dogs they must have shot first.

Is it just because they’re told to? The motions aren’t taken by one’s own initiative but rather by the instruction of another. Is there no more hope left to go around?

Does a threshold exist that shuts this all down? Is there any amount of pain that can make the sun dry all these tears? You would think that… that something in the ‘design,’ that if you feel enough pain, everything would shut down before it was more then anyone should have to bear.

Terrible things may happen, but however terrible they are, “I’ll see you through it. I know what it is you’ll feel, I know what it is you’ll see, I myself have experienced death in all of its power.” Though you might lose most of what you have, your dignity you will keep.

And some will ask, “where is God in all that is happening here, in all this suffering?  He is right here, with these people, suffering. His love is here, more intense and profound then what we might ever feel.  And there too, our hearts must be. And if we leave, our souls, we might not ever find again.