It is shortly after midnight [C.S.T.] and, reluctantly, I must to go to bed if I am to function adequately tomorrow. Earlier, I openly sobbed with joy as I saw the first survivor free himself from the rescue capsule.
At this moment, 3 of the miners from the collapsed mine in Chile have made it back to the surface. My fondest wish is that all of them, including those brave souls who descended into the depths to help the trapped, will emerge unscathed.
In August, ever since I heard of the cave-in, I have been praying – fiercely! – for the miners and for all those who, physically or metaphorically, find themselves trapped in tight places.
Why is it that we can work together and rejoice when we succeed in freeing the miners, but seem incapable of releasing millions of others from poverty, disease and injustice?
I have no good answer(s), I’m just asking…