I was planning to talk about the state of children without a voice, but I can't rant pessimistically this morning when the Chilean miners are being rescued as I type. For weeks upon weeks they and their families have been on the minds and in the prayers of hundreds of thousands of people as they waited so so far below ground, literally entombed in the earth, helplessly waiting for others to rescue them. Theirs is an unusual rescue mission. No U.S. heads of state spoke on their behalf to their captors. No celebrities manned a telethon to raise money for the recovery effort. Yet crews from countries around the world raced to the scene in a demonstration of the world-wide "family" of miners. Reporters joined family members camped around, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy in a totally abnormal situation.
The world so desperately wanted a happy ending. I don't want to jinx it, but for at least some of them it is happy already and hopefully by the end of today all will be safe. Empathy has been in full bloom as so many of us have tried to imagine what it was like for the miners below, what it was like for the family above, for the workers drilling around the clock, for nations there and here following this unasked for experiment in survival of bodies, minds, and wills. I celebrate that so many around the world joined in so many faiths asking for a joyful end, reaching out and empathizing with people they will never know, much less meet. Most of all I celebrate a world that found and held tightly to hope.
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