Monday, November 16, 2015

Broken World

A week doesn't go by without some new story of men slaughtering other men for reasons political, religious, racial, cultural, and untold. Terrorist cells are holed up in every corner of our world scheming their schemes and toasting each and every innocent their murder. What have we become? Depravity, wickedness, and bloodlust seem to mark us as a species.

I struggled to make sense of the tragic events in France last week and a simple set of lyrics spoke to me as the truth we all need to hear. Lyrics written in 1965 by Hal David. Truer now than every before.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It's the only thing that there's just too little of
What the world needs now is love, sweet love
No, not just for some but for everyone

Lord, we don't need another mountain
There are mountains and hillsides enough to climb
There are oceans and rivers enough to cross
Enough to last 'till the end of time

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It's the only thing that there's just too little of
What the world needs now is love, sweet love
No, not just for some but for everyone

Lord, we don't need another meadow
There are cornfields and wheat fields enough to grow
There are sunbeams and moonbeams enough to shine
Oh, listen, lord, if you want to know

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It's the only thing that there's just too little of