It’s only been a day or so since Japan was struck by a twin disaster, and they are only getting started. For some reason, while I can definitely relate to the struggle (yes, even though I slept through a 7.2 magnitude earthquake as a child, I still remember the devastation), I feel so detached. Watching the recorded footages unfold on tv didn’t seem to trigger anything deep inside. What is this? Am I a robot? My thoughts and prayers are with all the victims of the disaster, but for some unsettling reason, I feel as though I’m just kicking back from the other side of the world while the Japanese live through their Apocalypse.

Sometimes it makes me wonder, how many natural disasters has to happen before humanity realize that life is not in our control?

Tuesday night’s dinner fast&pray will be centered on Japan. May God heal all the brokenness that’s inside