Readers of Eyewear may cock an eyebrow at the title of this post - I am a struggling Catholic, after all. However, today seems a bleak day in human history - by no means the worst, but one of those that marks the ways in which human suffering is accidentally and intentionally visited upon people, often innocent. Exhibit A - the peaceful, decent and civilised city of Christchurch in New Zealand is shattered by an earthquake. Exhibit B - the brutality in Libya. Exhibit C - Iranian warships steaming into the Mediterranean for the first time in over 30 years. Surely, war of some kind is at hand, in the Middle East - chaos looms. Meanwhile, God, in his infinite wisdom, is apparently impassive as the horrors of history unfold. It is up to each of us (with our souls) to try to fathom the impossible, the infinite. Some days I am just, barely, able to glimpse the love of God working in the world. It is, still, visible, in the kindness and compassion and creativity of so many humans; but too often rubbed out by nature's wild cruelty, and humanity's own madness.