So I watch the news from Egypt, and I recall how this country was a place of refuge and safety for Jesus and his parents when he was a vulnerable baby at risk of a violent death. I recall the scene from Pasolini's film The Gospel According to St Matthew; a content, idyllic, secure scene, in which the toddler Jesus runs into the outstretched arms of Joseph, who has just been told it is safe to return home.* The contrast with the violent, rage and grief-filled scenes I see on the news is too great.
There is nothing more I can say, except that much prayer is needed, for those who suffer and mourn right now, and for those who can alter the course of events.
This morning, as I started putting my horror into words, I discovered that I am not the only Catholic blogger struck by these contrasts. You can read Digital Nun's post, and call for prayer here: http://www.ibenedictines.org/2013/08/15/a-terrible-and-bitter-irony/
*The scene I refer to isn't in this trailer, but the song, Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, feels especially, prayerfully poignant.