Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Nuclear Meltdowns

            Across the ocean on an island not too far away, Japan is having a nuclear crisis. Not only are the Japanese people in upheaval over the tsunami devastation and radiation dangers, radiation has already made its way across the ocean to Alaska. Canada and continental USA are next.
            Of course, the American media is saying it’s nothing to worry about, but really now, how much we can trust them? We certainly haven’t been able to trust them in a wide range of subjects, and a tiny bit of digging will show many other news sources (mostly from other countries) that are saying significantly different things.
            So, iodine is sold out around town, around the country even, and I have to admit that we’re partly to blame.
            I don’t think I’d have taken the risks so seriously if not for having kids. The thought of anything going wrong with my kids is enough to spur me on to a great many precautions in life. I’ve had daydreams where I’ve lost one of them for one reason or another, and just the thought of it shakes my soul. Already, they are so deeply a part of me, I couldn’t imagine life without them.
            Meanwhile, our daughter has been having nuclear meltdowns of another sort. Ever since losing an hour for daylight savings, she’s been on edge – as if that hour was absolutely critical to her well-being. She’s been more prone to hit her brother, more fussy about her food, and more quick to cry. However, she did surprise me last night for a completely different reason.
            Michelle and I have been slowly explaining to her what’s been happening in Japan, a little at a time. Sometimes I think she understands, and other times she’s got her mind on other things. I don’t want to scare her with something she can’t do anything about, so I haven’t said too much all at once. But I also want her to know that the world can get pretty ugly sometimes, so she’s not shocked by it from an outside source.
            What surprised me was last night at the dinner table, out of the blue she said, “Let’s pray for the children in Japan.”
            I instantly started to cry, and said, “Okay, you start.”
            Celia remained quiet, so Michelle piped in, “You can start by saying, ‘Dear God’.”
            “Dear God…” Celia said quietly.
            “I pray for the children in Japan,” Michelle said slowly.
            “I pray for the children in Japan,” Celia repeated.
            “Keep them safe,” Michelle said.
            “Keep them safe,” Celia repeated.
            Michelle paused, then said, “Amen.”
            “Amen,” Celia said, then happily went back to her food.
            I sat quietly and wondered, “Are the prayers of children more powerful than adults? Does God listen to kids more?” If so, I hope that prayer made a difference. Those kids in Japan are going to need all the help they can get.

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