Is doubt a sin? I mean, when it comes to God and the Bible and all things religion, is it a sin to doubt any of these things? The Bible seems to imply so.
James, for instance, tells us that “when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.” (James 1:6).
Jesus himself also leaned on the side of sinful doubt when he said: “if you have faith and do not doubt, you will not only do what has been done to the fig tree, but even if you say to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ it will happen.” (Matthew 21:21)
Jude also seems to agree when he asks God to “have mercy on those who doubt” (Jude 1:22)
Evidently, the Bible teaches that doubt is something Christians should “not” have. We are called and urged to believe and not doubt, and we are rebuked when we doubt.
I admit that I don’t always live and act as if doubt is something that I should be concerned about when it comes to God. I have often rationalised that since I am human and I have finite understanding of everything, there is surely no way I could be certain about anything — not even God. In other words, I have argued myself to think that doubt is okay and justified since I am not omniscient.
Furthermore, isn’t this obsession with demonising doubt the reason that cults exist? How can one ever correct false (and dangerous) elements about their own religion or faith if they never allow themselves a healthy dose of doubt and skepticism?
However, I recently revisited that famous story of “doubting” Thomas and I was quickly rebuked about my complacency on this matter of doubt. Thomas did not believe his companions when they told him that Jesus had been raised from the dead. He wanted to see it for himself.
“Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe,” he told the other disciples (John 20:25)
I often identify with Thomas. Many of us do. However, something happens in this encounter that is often overlooked when we use this passage to justify our own doubts. When Jesus appeared to Thomas eight days later and told him to touch his hand and side, Thomas actually never did it. Instead, the Bible says that Thomas replied “My Lord and My God!” (John 20:28)
In other words, even though the evidence was before him and he had the opportunity to finally use his “senses” to verify the claims of his companions, that’s not the “reason” he ended up believing. Something supernatural happened in that encounter. Thomas ended up believing “despite” of the evidence and not “because” of it.
This may seem like a benign observation, but it has had monumental implications for my own life of faith. For some strange reason, I had made the common but false assumption that the opposite of doubt is certainty. In other words, you are either 100% sure something is true or you are doubting.
Yet, a closer examination of what biblical faith means shows that it is something radically different from our modernist idea of empirical certainty. Biblical faith looks more like trust, more like confidence rather than certainty. This confusion is the reason why those who speak against doubt are often labelled fundamentalists.
But as the writer of Hebrews puts it: “Faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” (Heb 11:1, NIV). The ESV translation uses the word conviction.
Back to Thomas’s encounter with Jesus. When he saw Jesus, suddenly the empirical proofs that he wanted took secondary place. Mind you, it is not that these empirical evidences were not important, it is just that they were not necessary for faith. That is why we don’t need to have perfect understanding of anything God does in order for us to believe Him.
This distinction is why I am once again back in the conviction that doubt as the opposite of faith is neither a good nor an admirable thing. I am also convinced that the path out of doubt is not through gathering more evidence and acquainting yourself with more arguments in defence of faith (these are helpful but they should never be determinative).
The way to faith is through a more relational path — showing up. Get in the Word and pray for God to restore your faith. Keep doing the acts that the Bible says are pleasing to God even as you wait for your faith. Love your neighbours, forgive your enemies, repay evil for good, be kind.
Faith is a gift, not a reward. It is a leap, not a climb.
Former US President Barack Obama has just concluded a moving lecture in Johannesburg, South Africa, where he was the key speaker in the celebration marking the 100th anniversary of Mandela’s birth.
I say the speech was “moving” because I found myself inspired, nodding and agreeing with much of what Obama said. He spoke about the importance of helping the poor, loving our neighbors and championing the cause of justice — especially for the less privileged amongst us
Obama grabbed Mandela’s legacy and wielded it against the forces of injustice, oppression and inequality that continue to pervade an otherwise “progressive” 21st century.
“Stick to what is true. Stick to what you know is right in your hearts. Ultimately right makes might. Ultimately the better story wins out. My message to you is keep believing. Keep marching. Keep raising your voice. Now is a good time to be fired up.” – Barack Obama
Who can argue against that? He went ahead to quote Madiba on the value of universal human rights and freedom, saying: “We have a responsibility to protest in the name of universal freedom.”
Yet, I couldn’t help but notice that in the midst of all the cheers and claps, the shares and retweets, there were many people who did not, could not, approve of Obama’s message. More specifically, there are many people who listened to the lecture with disapproving head shakes and regretful sighs.
When Obama said, for instance, that he believed in a vision “built on the premise that all people are created equal,” some people felt it necessary to point out Obama’s failure to live up to his promise to close Guantanamo Bay, while some religious people highlighted his “evolution” towards accepting of gay marriage.
If you live in America, the lines between strong supporters and critics of Obama can be conveniently drawn between the Democrats and Republican camps. For instance, if you were to listen to Dinesh D’Souza, you would find it very difficult to believe anything good can come out of Obama’s mouth.
Yet, this is the world we live in today. We are so enamored with hero worship that we forget how often the person preaching the truth we believe in may have lived out a life that starkly contradicted those truths.
We live in a world where we want our favorite speakers, preachers and writers to promote societal values that neither they nor we could ever come close to living out. Little surprise that we have politicians at the forefront of the #MeToo movement being outed for being perpetrators of the very sexual violence they rail against.
Name your hero, and I will point out 99 reasons why they are not worth being anyone’s heroes. Remember Thomas Jefferson who was the main contributor to the US Declaration of Indepence? He of the “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal” fame? Well, he also owned slaves and even bought two slaves to work at the White House when he became president in 1801.
It really depends on whose script you’re reading: Gandhi was wishy washy about supporting Britain in World War I and even actively recruited Indian soldiers for the British war effort; Martin Luther King Jr allegedly cheated on his wife; and even Mandiba, the man behind the event in South Africa today, is said to have sold out black South Africans in his negotiations with the colonial government.
While some may opt to press their confirmation bias and rationalise all the flaws of their heroes, my point is far more subtle and fundamental. There is no single human being who has actually lived up to the message they preach. There will always be something to criticise, something to disqualify them. All have sinned and fall short of the glories they proclaim.
Yet we continue to admire and celebrate and quote fallen men for the few words of hope and inspiration they share with the world. Amidst the relentless darkness that shrouds this fallen world, these people that we call heroes have managed to shine the much needed rays of hope and faith and love that is much needed in this world – if not in deed, at least in words. If not in all their deeds, at least in many of their deeds.
Fallen human beings are still able to inspire us to rise from our fallenness — or at least to want to rise. Their falleness does not disqualify the truth of their message, even though it may sometimes make it harder for us to buy the truth from them. You see, in a world that demonizes any semblance of higher beings and transcendent human principles that cannot be deduced through science and rationality, we are left rather wanting for heroes.
A fundamentally secular atheistic worldview that has no room for beings embodying truth, love, kindness and all things humane (be it in myth or reality), will always be frustrated by our flawed heroes. There will always be a reason to criticise anyone who is admired in this world.
Clearly, we need new heroes. But until we get perfect heroes, we will have to learn to make do with the flawed heroes that are available to us — Obama included.
I almost got lynched by a mob of Taxi drivers on Tuesday. Taxi app drivers have been on strike since Monday. They want fair pricing from Uber, Taxify, Little and other service providers.
However, some drivers have not been taking part in the strike, which means that they are sabotaging the efforts of their companions. As part of their mass action, the striking drivers have been flagging down other operating cabs, removing the passengers from the cars and forcing the rogue driver to join the cause.
In a few cases, vehicles of non-compliant drivers were vandalised, leading to millions in damages. My brief encounter with the angry drivers, however, was not because I was a passenger, but because my journalistic instincts led me to start filming some drivers roughing up their colleague just outside my house. The drivers mobbed me and demanded that I delete the footage.
Luckily, I talked them out of their outrage and they calmed down enough to even engage me in friendly banter. I was curious about their grievances and they were happy to have one more pair of ears to vent at. The drivers explained that beyond the grievances with the low pay, they are also not happy with the fact that many of their colleagues don’t seem to be taking the strike seriously.
One driver argued that these “wasaliti” (betrayers) are unwilling to sacrifice a few days’ income and yet they will still benefit from the fruits of the striking drivers’ labor.
“It is very unfair. Do they think that we are fools parking our cars and choosing not to work? We are grow men and many of us here have families. It is bad enough that these app-owners are taking advantage of us, we cannot allow these rogue elements to get away with it,” said one driver who did not want to be named.
His sentiments bring to surface a worrying trend in recent mass actions in Kenya. There is a rising individualism that is eroding the sense of comradeship that is often the ethos behind industrial mass action. Little wonder last year former Nairobi Governor Evans Kidero could boldly say he would not pay doctors who had taken part of the 100-day strike. He had observed that some doctors were willing to let self-interest outweigh the collective good of fighting the system.
This card has also been used by the national government on several occasions when it threatened to withhold pay from those who took part in industrial action. The unspoken implication is that the government understands that self-interest will sabotage mass action, despite contrary efforts by union leaders.
Employers have long known that class consciousness and organization amongst the workers is a powerful weapon in the fight against the aggressive anti-labor politics of neoliberal capitalism. In fact, employees who seem enthusiastic about labor union activities are often targeted and discriminated against in the form of wage cuts and reduced benefits. It doesn’t help that social media has made it easier for employers to pinpoint which workers are taking part in industrial action.
In situations where the employers have such a tight hold on the modern means of production such as the online-taxi business, you end up with a strange situation whereby the employer also “owns” the customers. This is a strange phenomenon especially in the taxi business in Kenya where those who go into it often regard themselves as “self-employed”.
Such incidences as the “unjust” pricing reveal that this business that was once the domain of self-employment is no different from being employed by a boss who neither cares about your individual welfare nor is threatened by your attempts at collective action.
This rising individualism in Kenya’s industrial action scene is worrying. It is both a product of shifting economic dynamics and an apparent lack of foresight in our embrace of these seemingly “life-changing” technological business solutions. Something needs to give. I wish our cab drivers all the best in their challenging but noble fight.
“Having humbly sought the guidance of the Holy Spirit through the process of studying the scriptures, we, the Elders of Nairobi Chapel affirm the inclusion of godly women to serve as Elders, Lead Pastors and all other leadership responsibilities within the institution of the local church.”
To many Christians in Kenya, this seems like a non-issue. We are used to seeing women pastors and elders in some of the most popular churches in Nairobi city. Pastor Kathy Kiuna of Jubilee Christian Church (JCC) comes to mind. You probably attend a church with female pastors and elders and it has never really been an issue worth highlighting.
So why did Nairobi Chapel decide to make a formal stand on the matter? While I have not spoken to any person in the church’s leadership to understand the reason behind the decision, the policy document gives a helpful context.
“The matter of women in leadership in the context of the local church has become an increasingly debated issue in vangelical circles. Although this subject is not a primary doctrine of the Christian faith, it relates very meaningfully to how a church conducts its operations practically. In this regard, the Elders of Nairobi Chapel have found it necessary and wise to study this issue thoroughly in order to provide its official position,” reads the introduction of the policy.
I think it is commendable that Nairobi Chapel has taken an official position on this divisive topic. Many churches with women in their leadership are often fuzzy on this matter. Some think it a non-issue and therefore not worthy of discussion.
Yet, we are increasingly seeing church members sparring online and in other informal forums over this very matter. Dozens of blogs and social media posts have been written by laity on this subject, with some even by people who attend apparently egalitarian churches but defending a “male-only” interpretation of the New Testament’s position on church.
Friendships and relationships have been strained and sometimes severed by these debates. Most members have approached their local church leadership with their questions and concerns only to receive an evasive and non-commital response. Yet the gender debates are increasingly taking center-stage even in secular public discourse — think gender pay gap and gender representation in government.
It is regrettable that the “church in Kenya” has largely been silent on the matter. Many believers look up to their churches for guidance and direction on many issues that spill over into their secular contexts. Most are not ready “to give a reason for” the practices that are otherwise so evident in their own churches.
It is no surprise that many Christians here in Nairobi and in the country hold theological positions that contradict what is often taught and displayed on their pulpits. This is because the only place we get clarity on these matters seems to be from our favourite bloggers and celebrity pastors from the West. Our own local churches have proven non-commital and cagey.
This should not be. Our first earthly responsibility as Christians should be to our local church. This is made so much more difficult when the local church cannot help us figure out what we believe on so many contemporary issues.
I hope this move by Nairobi Chapel will be the start of our local churches being more deliberate and explicit about what they stand for on some of these controversial biblical issues. If this will not be a tipping point, I hope it will at least be a nudge in the right direction.
Apart from Jesus, the people in the Bible are no more our examples than the people outside the Bible. A person is not more worthy of being emulated simply because they had the “privilege” of being a character in Scripture.
God has surrounded us with relatives, friends and neighbours far more worthy of emulating than most Biblical characters could ever be. So look around, pay more attention to your fellow church members, not just as peers but also as inspirations.
Driving into the city is such a hassle for me — Nairobi city, that is. And I am not even talking about the traffic. My main reason for literally steering clear of Nairobi is parking. First it is virtually impossible to get a parking spot near whichever building you are visiting. But my greatest headache is with the entire parking culture.
In a perfect world, I would drive into the city knowing I have to part with Sh300 to the County government as parking fee. That’s okay. We should be ready to pay for parking when we venture out into the city, or leave your car at home if you think the figure is too high. But this is not an ideal world, and Sh300 is the least of your concerns.
First, even after paying for the parking through official channels, you still have to deal with the self-designated parking attendants lurking around street-side parking areas. For the unsuspecting motorist, you will easily fall for their charm as they direct you to an open spot. Some will even move a car so that you can park. How kind of them.
However, the unspoken agreement is that this is not a free service and you will eventually pay for it, sometimes dearly, despite never asking for it and never being given the choice to opt out. It is a strange form of imposed courtesy, which is not really a courtesy but an elaborate scam.
Yes, I strongly believe they are scams. Some will argue that some of these “parking boys” are lifesavers. This is especially when you are only in town for a few minutes or hours and you don’t see the need to pay the entire daily fee.
For just Sh50 (or Sh100 if you’re feeling particularly generous), these “boys” will take care of you car until you come back. They will also deal with any government parking attendants that may show up attempting to clamp your car. The other added advantage of employing the services of these boys is that your car will be safe (from them).
Sometimes the parking boys and the government parking officer are one and the same person. For a subsidized fee of Sh100, you can park your car without paying for parking through normal channels and the officer will pocket the money.
Death by parking
Anyway, in order to avoid all these hassles and mind-games, many Nairobians opt to either park their vehicles in enclosed parking yards or somewhere on the outskirts of the city. These may include hotels, residential blocks with extra parking, some office buildings, malls, and increasingly lately, hospitals.
Yes, hospitals. Why do you think the Aga Khan, MP Shah and now Nairobi Hospital started charging parking fees? Because parking is a lucrative money mint, although they will tell you that they charge in order to curb illegal parking — that is, people who leave their cars at the parking lot but have no business in the hospital.
Why these places have not attempted solutions like parking validation to deal with this menace beats me. Making genuine patients have to deal with parking issues flies in the face of whatever mission statement any hospital brandishes in its signage. You see, when you charge parking at the hospital, you are saying that it is now okay for outsiders to park there as long as they pay for it.
The fact is, money is seldom a deterrent for those who park outside the city. Other factors such as convenience, saving the fuel spent in traffic, security of vehicle, also come into play. Parting with a few hundred shillings for parking is not going to stop them, because the alternative is to go into town and pay more money with slightly more headache.
I think hospitals should be ashamed of turning their parking spaces into a cash cows at the expense of patient comfort and convenience, and sometimes even life!
Speaking of hospitals, I hate going to those places, for reasons other than the parking situation. I am one of those people who has to be dragged to the hospital or get there unconscious on a stretcher. Like many men I know, I would rather sleep it off or wait it out.
That’s why it was sort of a big deal when I drove myself to the hospital the other day. Good thing this is one of those rare hospitals that should be commended for their parking situation. Not only do they not charge parking fees, but they also have valet services if you need to rush into the building or if the parking lot is full when you get there.
I went to the hospital because I had this pain in my left leg; a rhythmic throbbing pain and nagging stiffness running from the hip down the thighbone. It wasn’t a muscle pain. I could flex my thigh muscles without any trouble as long as the leg was resting on something. The pain was in the bone.
I was worried because I could not trace its origin to any accident or incident. It wasn’t a result of pulling something or sleeping in an awkward position. It just showed up out of nowhere. I’m 31, for goodness’ sake, these strange joint pains shouldn’t be happening to me.
Anyway, being the “man” that I am, I decided to wait it out. But it wasn’t easing up. In fact, it was only getting worse. After a day of trying to ignore it, I started sweating profusely in bed at night; for two nights straight; something that I assumed was related to my body trying to deal with the pain.
I tried over-the-counter painkillers but these could only do so much. I gave in and took that weary trip to the hospital.
I was in and out of the doctor’s room in less than 2 minutes. I was barely into the second sentence of describing my “pain” and the doctor had already jotted down a prescription and dismissed me. I left the room feeling dissatisfied.
Have you ever felt like that when you visited the doctor? Here you are all ready to describe your harrowing experience only for the doctor to shut you down with a dismissive wave.
“I’ve been having this pain in my hip bone, it’s not muscle pain, I think it’s inside, in the bone,” I began my account.
“How long ago did this start?”
“Last Friday… I have also been sweati…”
“How old are you? 30? You’re a young man, this shouldn’t bring you to the hospital,” said the doctor as he finished writing the prescription.
“You see, that’s just the the thing, doc. I hate hospitals. I would never com…”
“Here, take this to the pharmacy. And why are there so many people today? Is it because of Christmas? I haven’t even had lunch,” he said as he rose up and started walking around his desk towards the door, my cue for me to leave.
I walked out of the room feeling both dispirited and disrespected. What if I actually have something serious? Shouldn’t I get an x-ray? Did he get that this pain was in the bone and not your usual muscle pain? What about the night sweats? Isn’t that weird?
Don’t you just hate it when that happens? I came to this private hospital and paid that hefty consultation fee because I knew I will be given the attention I deserved. The least I could get was a fair hearing, right?
Makes me wonder about all those cases of misdiagnosis that we hear in the news. There is this report by the Kenya Medical Practitioners and Dentists Board that has recorded over 880 cases of doctors who misdiagnosed their patients illnesses in the past 20 years.
That’s a huge number, and these are just the cases that have been reported to the board. What if I end up in this statistic? I have heard of people whose lives were turned upside down after being misdiagnosed with HIV, or the many people who have died due to a wrong diagnosis followed by wrong medication which was discovered too late.
That doctor should have at least heard me out, if only to calm my own anxieties — or am I supposed to see a different doctor for that? Is that why physicians don’t bother with clear communication between them and their patients, because that is the work of a psychologist?
Medicine is not an exact science, and it is worrying how much of the diagnostic process depends on the patient’s ability to interpret and articulate what they are feeling to the doctor. There is definitely something to be said about hearing the patient out. I was’t willing to let this one go without a fight.
I walked out of the hospital with my sachet of assorted drugs and locked eyes with the valet who had my car key. As I drove out, I started thinking back at what just transpired. First, the waiting room was crowded, which was unusual for this hospital. One of the attendants at the insurance desk had even mentioned that the surge was unusual. The place is “normally not this crowded”, she said.
Perhaps I am just overreacting. Perhaps the doctor knew exactly what he was doing and the moment I said the first sentence, he knew what was wrong. Perhaps this was just a case of my lack of medical expertise clashing with the doctor’s expertise and experience. I should just relax and trust the doctor knows what he is doing.
Meanwhile, the medicine he prescribed seems to be working. Maybe I should just focus on changing the things that I can change and let other professionals do their thing.
Yet I can’t help but notice that it is professionals who make the decision to set up paid parking in hospitals. It is professionals who go to work drunk or hungry or without enough sleep. All of the problems in every professions can usually be traced back to, you got that right, professionals.
In other words, professionals are people too, and people make mistakes. People get distracted, they get tired and they also get corrupt and greedy. Because of this reality, making this world and its systems work the way they ought will take all of us. Be it the parking situation in the CBD or the visit to the doctor for that strange pain in my leg.
Have you noticed that there seem to be more people outraged by the lack of outrage over the bombing in Somalia, than there are people outraged by the bombing itself? Why is that?
More than 300 people were killed and roughly the same number of people injured when two truck bombs went off in the middle of a busy Mogadishu street last Saturday, but it seems we could not care less.
No, let me check that, I will speak for myself; it seems I could not care less. I have been thinking about this, about why the tragedy in Somalia doesn’t seem to move me as much as similar and less tragic events in other places. Following are a few thoughts.
What happens in Mogadishu
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” how many times have you heard that mantra? Used it yourself? You don’t have to be an American, or even to have gone to the US to know exactly what that phrase means. We hear it in movies all the time.
Remember the movie The Hangover? What about the Oceans’s Trilogy (Eleven, Twelve and Thirteen) in the early to mid 2000s? Such films have brought the US culture and cultural conversations right into our living rooms. Now, whether the films present an accurate picture of the real US is neither hear nor there. The point is, when I hear about a shooting in Vegas, I have an instant subconscious reaction to the news.
Images of Casinos and lights and fancy hotels mixed with movie scenes and characters flash in my mind. Same goes for France. The first image on my mind at the mention of Paris is the Eiffel Tower — even though I have never been to France.
And in the remote chance that I have not watched any of these movies or never heard about Las Vegas (or San Bernardino), international US-based news channels like the CNN will make sure I know all about it. I can’t help but notice, and care. I’m afraid the same cannot be said about the relationship between TV media and Somalia.
My westernized brain
Death and tragedy and terrorism are not words I associate with many of these “Western” places. The West, as is often marketed to me in my living room, is full of fun places; places I want to scape to and holiday in; not places I want to flee or avoid.
This is why I will care deeply if something even remotely tragic happened in such places, not necessarily because I personally know anyone there, but because I know so much about the place and the people there that I “feel” like I am one of them. It is always in my face.
This is why I care more about an attack in London than an attack in Mogadishu. What do I even know about Mogadishu except for the fact that this is where the Al-Shabaab come from? Okay, this is also where those Somali refugees in Dadaab and the immigrants in Eastleigh come from, but none of these details make Mogadishu any more appealing to me.
I seldom think about visiting Mogadishu except probably on a humanitarian trip or as a war-time journalist. Nothing good can come out of Mogadishu, and what happens in Mogadishu better stay in Mogadishu. Should I blame my negative perception of Somalia on the media? Well, blame is a strong word, I will instead opt for the word “attribute”.
When we say we care about human life and are saddened by the loss of human life, we are usually not referring to the abstraction that is the Homo Sapiens species. To care about human life means to care about my mum and my wife and my best friend. To care about human life means to care about my next door neighbor who is an unemployed single mother of three, because I once had a conversation with her and learnt about her circumstances.
No one cares about anyone without first knowing and appreciating and empathizing with their story. We are storied beings and we cease to exist the moment our stories are censored or go untold. The stories we have access to and pay attention to will ultimately determine which people we care about and strongly react to any tragedy that befalls them. It has little to do with an abstract rule about caring for “humanity.”
This is why the death of a faceless Frenchman thousands of kilometers away is more tragic than the death of a dozen villagers in a mudslide just a few kilometers from my house. My life has been shaped by numerous white faces on the TV screen teaching me about love and money and sex and relationships. My goals have been inspired by the American dream scripted, cast and directed by middle aged haggard bearded pot bellied white men in Hollywood.
This, sadly, is why I care about the death of Michael Jackson than the death of my high school friend. Why, I know more about Michael Jackson’s life than I knew about my friend’s. My emotions have been hijacked and shaped by the Hollywood narrative of privileging the Western culture, Western stories, Western values and Western people as the “normal” or “default” face of humanity.
Human means to political ends
What does all this have to do with the tragedy in Somalia? If it is not yet clear, I will get more explicit shortly. You see, once in a while, I will care about the death of a political protester in my own country; but that will mostly be because I want to make and score a few political points in my own criticism of police brutality. It will seldom be because I cared much that the dead protestor was a father or a son or even a human being. His humanity will largely be a means to an end.
Remember the infant killed by police in Kisumu in the wake of the August 8 Election? Do you know what happened to her family, or even whether they got justice? Me neither. Baby Pendo’s death, as far as I and many were concerned, mostly served as an emotional anecdote in the political rhetoric at the time, then we moved on swiftly.
These and many other realities are the reasons why I find it difficult to be mad or sad that so many people in Mogadishu are dead from the handiwork of terrorist agents. I don’t know any of the names of the dead Somalis.
I can’t picture their faces without an image of a terrorist (sometimes in those very faces) intruding into the frame. I don’t know how to care about a Somali tragedy because I don’t have Somali friends or know any Somali stories and the few Somali people I know seldom speak to me about where they come from.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to be a normal person in Somalia. Do Somalis have schools? What kind of schools? Do they have professions and career paths apart from the life of a dessert wanderer? Are there Somali professors in Somalia? What about Somali journalists and doctors and lawyers and engineers?
You see, every time I hear about professionals in Somalia, it is always in the context of diplomats and expats living and working there. Even in the wake of Saturday bombings, the only doctors and other professionals that were mentioned as victims were the foreigners. The West was desperately trying to remain relevant at the center of a foreign tragedy.
The fact of the matter is that I don’t have insider knowledge of the Somali experience. There are no cultural artifacts shoved in my face every minute to condition me to see Somalis as real people with real families and dreams and goals and relationships and, yes, tragedies.
Je suis Somalia? I am sorry I don’t even know what that means. Does this make me less human? Heartless? A hypocrite? Maybe and maybe not.
May The Lord comfort the families of all those who lost their loved ones in Somalia, even as the rest of us who don’t call the victims “our loved ones” process what is happening in our own twisted ways.