Abba Krishna Of Love And The Flood To Blame

I saw a heart rending video on You Tube posted by an American taking footages from atop one of the skyscrapers in Eastwood. One by one the shanties from the cluster of makeshift homes were being unmoored by the rampaging floodwaters and sucked away by the current in a ramshackle flotilla caught in a deadly flow downriver. The families stranded on the rooftops suddenly converted to floating debris waved helplessly for aid to stragglers on top of an elevated overpass which transformed to an arching bridge above the turbulent surf below.

Nobody could help even if they wanted to. About the third run, some bystanders hollered to the family of four careening by to jump into the water and swim for the ropes that they threw down as lifelines into the raging currents. The turn of events became a horror show because the Mom and the Pop were able to hang on and pull themselves up while their two tots got snatched by the merciless waves and drifted away out of reach screaming for help.

Grievous accounts from many fronts became a tidal wave of anguish that totally tore at our souls and made us weep shamelessly even as fully grown adults. Some looked at civil authority to blame while some searched the heavens for an explanation why such a tragedy could have been allowed to blight our peaceful existence. Nobody stood blameless in the face of the sweeping recrimination. Heaping accusations and rushing to give succor went hand in hand. Gritting teeth and playing Good Samaritan produced queer figures with snarling heads connected to hearts of gold.

The bucket stops with the Abba Krishna. He will not shirk responsibility. Will it be a mitigating circumstance if it were pointed out that thousands died in China when the same freak rainfall stormed the mainland more than a year ago? How about millions of people swept away by the misfortune of the tsunami that descended on Phuket, and major shorelines of Thailand, Indonesia, and Bangladesh? We can’t be thankful for a running death count so far of only 240 dead. Zero tolerance is our policy when it comes to Divine intervention.

If you encroach on waterways with squatter hovels, there is a high possibility that your makeshift shelter can get washed away by torrential floods. But of course that is no excuse for creating the river and the rains. If you pollute the air with abusive and unbridled use of fossil fuels, there is a very high likelihood that the ensuing global warming effect can trigger weird climate changes like a super duper deluge. But of course that is no excuse for creating a planet prone to such nuances of habitation.

God made the volcano. The volcano’s role is to erupt. If you settle at the foot of the volcano and don’t prepare to evacuate properly once the volcano becomes restive then you are tempting fate to blow you away in a pyroclastic maelstrom. Fighting with bolos with your neighbor for the few remaining outrigger boats which overall capacity is not enough to accommodate all the fleeing families would be violence for naught or a sorrier state superimposed over what in the beginning is already a hapless tragedy.

The answer to everything is having a veneer of vigilance and an unbending resolve to triumph over malfeasance, iniquity, and complacency while at the same time raging with a love inside your heart to come to the aid of a stricken brother. Then the monster in your face will blend with the kindness in your heart to make our world the better place to be the spring board to beam to the widest expanse out there the loftiest ideals of men, their rightful place as masters of destiny, their divine role as vanguards created in the image of the Creator, and solidly built on the unforgiving adherence through their intelligence to do what is right by God, earth, and fellow men.

The priceless sagas of people in private capacity helping the victims are jewels of the heart. The brimstones of rage and fury coupled with the inclination to be a brother’s keeper will be the very rock hard foundations that will cool to deliver us all from stagnation as a fledgling democracy all of 63 years of age. We are either so young and promising or so old without learning. This time it’s the Abba Krishna’s turn to have faith in you.