Thoughts and Other Things

I’m probably the last person to watch Wonder Woman. I meant to go to the Cinema but there always seems to be more important things to do with one’s money. So I waited until I could hire it out. And when it arrived, there were many of us, so it was always out. But I got my hands on in this past weekend and I absolutely loved it. Besides the fact that I developed a girl crush on Diana (she is soooooo beautiful, maybe it has to do with the fact that Gal was pregnant during filming), I loved the story line. I’m not a fan of Greek mythology or anything but there is some truth I gleaned near the end of the film. Throughout the film, Diana is obsessed with finding and killing the god of war Ares, believing that once he’s destroyed, the war (depicted to be World War I) will end. It takes a lot of fighting and time to find Ares, but when she does, she fights him hard with all she’s got. It is then that she learns that war and evil will always persist as long as humans decide to resort to v

I cry about almost anything. If my tears were collected, I’m sure it would have brought up Cape Town’s dam levels by now. So when I read about the shooting at the Baptist Sutherland Springs church in Texas on Monday, I cried. I couldn’t grasp the amount of pain that that little church was going through. I immediately knew that my tears alone wouldn’t change anything, a tweet wouldn’t make much of a difference, I had to pray. But what should I say? Where do I begin when eight members of one family, including a pregnant woman and an eighteen-month old, have been senselessly gunned down. What do you say to God when twenty six people lose their lives because of a young man who didn’t like his mother-in-law? I know some will actually blame God, they’ll ask Him where He was (as if God is not omnipresent). Their reasoning being that the church is His, He should have protected them. Others will escape the questions in their hearts and minds by resolving that it must have been God’s will f