Hope in the Darkest of Days
On Monday morning, I woke with a very heavy heart. Another dark weekend of protests - pain, violence, anger and destruction fills this city - Hong Kong. The 13th weekend in a row. Once a very peaceful Hong Kong, now an unpredictable, boiling pot of emotions. Lashing out on the streets, in the MTR stations, in family homes, and especially in the hearts of the millions of people who call Hong Kong home. On Tuesday evening, as I placed my head on my pillow to rest, in reality there was no rest. Instead, a restless and even heavier heart. Yet another life taken in South Africa. A beautiful, young girl, murdered, raped, lifeless body discarded, like a piece of inconvenient and unwanted trash. Another name on a long and growing list of womens' lives taken in a similar way. How long, Oh Lord? How long?! Two very different places I get to call home for different reasons. Both aching. Both mourning. Both anguishing. Anger, injustice, fear, disregard for life, tu...