Every Day Is Germanwings Tragedy Day
We do not know much, as I write this, about the tragedy in the French Alps, where a Germanwings Airbus crashed killing all the 148 (it seems) on board. We do not know whether a distress signal was launched or at least attempted. We do not know whether any of the victims knew they were about to die, at all.
Here is hoping they knew. I always wondered how many atheists there were in WWI trenches during a massive attack, and I always thought they must have been rather scarce. The same must, I think, happen in an aeroplane about to crash. Actually, the latter even must concentrate the mind even more wonderfully.
Here is hoping they knew; and that they had the time to recommend their souls to their Creator, to Whom their life belongs, before having to give said life back to Him.
What a tragedy in the tragedy to think that many of those onboard (what is the atheist percentage in a European aeroplane these days? How many public adulterers, on average, in the seats of an aeroplane in the Age of Mercy, without the slightest hint of repentance? How many women with an abortion on their conscience, pushed away in the remotest region of their consciousness without ever dealing with the harsh truth of the matter?) could have simply smashed to their death without the slightest warning of what was about to happen. Chilling. Far more chilling, in fact, than the tragedy itself, then the loss of life is a very trivial matter when compared with the loss of soul.
Which leads me to another, far more chilling consideration. Every day is Germanwings Tragedy Day. In the fat, sated, spoiled Old Continent very many must die every day simply surprised by death: in their sleep, in sudden car or street accidents, of aneurism, of a sudden stroke, or in the many other ways in which we can be suddenly summoned to our judgment completely unprepared. And now let us reflect how many must, in your average European city bustling of people going about their business, live in mortal sin without even the slightest hint of preoccupation. This, my friends, is another big, big Germanwing tragedy happening every day.
Pray for your dear ones. Pray for your not-quite-so-dear ones. Pray for those you don't know. Pray for criminals, drug addicts, child rapists, killers, communist, and sodomites. Pray that they may receive the grace of all graces: the grace of final repentance.
As for us, I have taken the habit of reciting the Act of Contrition (the old one) every day. It helps one to realise one's caducity and keeps the mind gently, but frequently, on what really counts in life. What really counts in life is that we and those we love avoid damnation. In comparison, nothing else really counts.
Every day is Germanwings Tragedy Day. It is only that the BBC prefers to ignore the fact.