I originally posted this as a kind of bloated Facebook status on August 28, two days ago, but enough people seemed to get something from it that I've decided to post it here.
Thinking about the people in Syria today.
I remember two and a half years ago when my flight plans almost got ruined because the civil war (I don't think they were calling it that yet) had just started. My life has changed so much in the last two and a half years. I've gone some great places, met some wonderful people, graduated college, made some mistakes, had some adventures, etc.
It's an almost incomprehensible thing to me that in the same two and a half years since I got my passport back from limbo at the Syrian consulate and went on with my plans and my life, most of the people there have known nothing but the same, ever-escalating war. For someone in Syria, the best case scenario is that the last two years have been really boring, and frustrating as you've had to keep your life completely on hold and wait to see what happens. At worst, it's been a prolonged, spiraling nightmare that I've lived a much too sheltered and anesthetized life to justly attempt to describe.
While I'm thinking of this on what is probably the eve of our country getting sucked into this war (if we haven't already), that's not the main reason I'm thinking of it. It's more just the realization that for the last two and a half years, I've had the luxury of not having to think of it.
But isn't thinking of it the least we could do? It's not an easy thing to think about. There's no apparent solution. No obvious right or wrong. No single person to neatly blame and be mad at. Only the knowledge that people are being hurt and no matter what action anyone decides to take they are going to get hurt worse. But they're people. Some of them are probably a lot like you or me. So if you have a minute to think today, I think you should think of them. And if thinking of them moves you to pray for them, I think you should do that too.