it's time for God-Time

I was in the telecom classroom getting ready for the class when from behind the left wall there is an explosion only I interpret it as a construction accident of some kind and I continued wondering what it might be because I hadn’t seen any construction in the area when I looked out the windows and saw everyone filing out.  I’m filing out too and I joined the masses and we went to a concrete room, a safe room I was told by one but a few minutes later we’re all huddled together and another fella says look at the cracks in the walls, from the last earthquake.

By this afternoon the Guardian was the first to report: 28 dead almost 300 wounded.  Our security dude on campus, a British fella, asked me if I had heard the gunfire.  No, I did not.  That went on for another two hours. 

The Taliban announces its spring offensive a week in advance and classes were cancelled last week.  This morning they started nastily.  Is this going to be a daily routine, let’s hope not.  There’s nothing exciting about explosions I can now say with some certainty, even when this one is 2km away.  One local colleague in the office said this is normal when I asked his opinion.  I don’t find it normal, I find it offensive.  I also find it depressing as hell and I have nothing to take to help make me relax.  If my so called guardian spirit wants to be useful he will find something for me by the end of the day.  And they better not be cigarettes because that’s not what I want.

9:39pm

Oh well I never get what I ask for but like the rest of the song I get what I need, I guess. 

God-Time.  How could we make this idea viral?  A moment across the world where we pray for God-Time.  We’re getting a bad sale of goods I’m telling ya.  God can intervene in places where God is most needed if we do it ourselves, made in God's image.  We can change God’s mind, can’t we? Well then it’ll take an all-world population effort to do that, change us to God-Time. 

I’d like to go to sleep now but I tried doing this last night and I slept terribly.  I don’t know what’s going on.

I asked my boss before he left for the day if he thought going to Roshan tomorrow was a prudent idea.  Well, the insurgents are unpredictable but they wouldn’t attack a telecommunications center, they need the service as much as the rest of us. 

Well I guess that is kind of comforting, as for the road to get there?  That could be dodgy. 

God-Time.  I swear we are being sold a bad deal here, something has to change.  Now.   

Come on, God, I dare you to bring heaven to this hell.  I dare you.  

In the meantime, I have to prep for tomorrow’s business with the business folk.  good night and God-Time speed.