By luck of the lottery, and luck alone, are we born into a country that stands for freedom and democracy. But with that blessing, comes a curse. We are easily confined into a life of complacency--we enjoy living in our bubble of comfort. While most of the world would easily turn our backs to the inhumane sufferings in the world, journalists confront face-to-face the cruelties and injustices in order that there might be a better and more worthy story at the end of the journey to tell. They sacrifice themselves and stand in the frontline, questioning the conscience and morale of the world that we live in, and persevering in the pursuit of truth and goodness.
I have always thought that journalism was a calling of a virtuous, noble pursuit. In its intrinsic, quintessential nature, it has the power to tell stories of our true humanity.
True journalism exposes the sufferings and injustices of the world--and even more so, it exponentially inspires change, makes movement, and sets the world ablaze with goodness and beauty.
Jim was a heroic ambassador, a lover of all humanity, and a man of deep faith. May his life be a constant reminder to us that we are all part of humanity--that when one person on the other side of the world suffers, we all suffer. That each and every one of us has a special calling in life, and may that calling inspire us to use our gifts and creativity to do great things for humanity. That we will always defend the vulnerable, give voice to the voiceless, and fight for what is true and good. I pray for that courage.
RIP, Jim. A life you lived well. May the Angels and Saints greet you at the heavenly gate, as you enter into his kingdom--where there will be no more tears and suffering, but only eternal pure joy.
There is much darkness and chaos in the world tonight and my heart aches. But just as a small hobbit can save the world with courage, so can we.
Sam: Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
May we mend the brokenness of our world with what is true, good, and beautiful.
So be brave and take courage. let us never lose hope.