Australian bushfires

LIKE MANY AUSTRALIANS I am finding this current bushfire emergency extremely difficult to comprehend.  Prior to the fires erupting into catastrophic conditions, we were grappling with unprecedented drought that had drained dry much of our land causing massive dust storms to obscure the countryside, and towns to truck in water for basic needs.  Our nation was in a bad way before the bushfires, but it was nothing like this.

Ours is a vast land in which what happens in the harsh and barren Outback seldom rates a mention in the highly populated coastal fringes.  The drought was “out there”.  However, as its impact moved closer to our cities where much of our food was grown, we began to wake up that this was a national crisis in which we were all involved.  And then came the fires.  Fires that do not respect where one lives; fires that have come dangerously close to our major cities; fires that stomp through field and forest destroying everything in their paths.

Fires that have ripped through tinder dry bushland that has not seen rain for years,Kookaburra and fire coupled with heat waves that have brought the highest temperatures on record.  Fire storms that have formed their own weather systems that whip up flames and embers sparking multiple unfolding catastrophes that are impossible to defend.  Whole towns have been obliterated.  Hundreds, possibly more than a thousand, homes and businesses have been decimated.  Untold livestock and wildlife have been annihilated.  An unknown number of people have lost their lives defending life and property, many are missing.  This is a disaster of unimaginable proportions.  It leaves me speechless.

As I watch on from the comfort of my lounge room, thousands of kilometres from those fires, I wonder how I should respond to this catastrophe.  I hear the description of those caught up in the fire zones; those who escaped with nothing but the clothes they were wearing; those who had lost their homes of 40 or 50 years—grateful that they were still alive; those who sheltered on small boats away from their blazing beaches; our weary fire fighters exhausted after weeks of serving our land.  Those who lived in those tiny tourist towns who have lost everything, and the holidaymakers who have literally had the “holiday from hell”.

During this chaotic catastrophe reports come through of the generosity of many people who are donating clothes, groceries, money, services to help ease the hell others are experiencing.  Volunteers from all religious persuasions are responding to this crisis—Indian Sikhs providing meals, Muslims cooking barbecues, the Salvation Army catering for others in need.  Some of those in the isolated fire zones have expressed appreciation to know they are not alone, that others care and that they are not forgotten.  But in the middle of it all is the immeasurable stress, distress and enormous anxiety that has impacted individuals, families and whole communities for the past weeks and months.  How can I respond?

I pray, but my prayers seem so futile.  When I watch the media reports, I am overwhelmed by what I see and hear.  And I know that if I dwell too much on what is happening “down south” my heart will break.  I do not know—I cannot imagine—how people can cope in such tragic circumstances, how they will manage to rebuild their lives and face the future.

I pray for those who do not know God, who have no understanding of His presence with them in such atrocious conditions, that they will know the reality of his love, compassion and care—despite what is happening to them—perhaps as shown through the kindness of a stranger, the actions of the fire fighters, the love of a neighbour.

I pray for those who do know God, that their faith will shine forth in this dreadful darkness becoming a light to those around them, a beacon of hope in a sea of hopelessness, and that they will experience the deep peace of God that is beyond comprehension as they face an uncertain future.

I pray for those of us not directly affected by this devastation that we will respond as best we can to this unfolding, unprecedented, apocalyptic-like catastrophe, reaching out to those whose lives will never be the same again.