I don’t like keeping up with the news. It’s far too troublesome to my highly sensitive barometer called a heart. Tonight, though, I heard that Right whales living in the ocean near Boston Harbor have lost, so far, sixty percent of their ability to communicate with each other because of the underwater noise of large cargo ships in the shipping lanes. And from a story reported August 2012 . . . “The researchers say the racket is cutting down on the animals’ ability to gather and share vital information that helps them find food, avoid predators, reproduce and protect their young.”
When I heard the first sentence of this broadcast, and the “It’s hard to know how [serious] this could be…” I turned off the television; all I could do was weep – and cry out to God:
“I don’t like it here!it’s not home anymore!it’s too painful!i don’t wanna stay here!”
I wonder if anyone else who heard the news wept as I did, or if they all simply met the sorrow that such news truly is with an idle, “hmm…”
God forgive us our lack of reverence for Life and our total egocentrism.