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Recently, in search of some intellectual stimulation I decided to teach myself Latin. A teacher by trade I felt somewhat hypocritical extolling the virtues of education, knowledge and study to my pupils only to find myself night after night subjecting my mind to hours of iPad surfing and social networking.
The tragic story of 25 people losing their lives in a crash between a minivan and a pick up truck in Chonburi was a real hammer blow for me.
I thought of the victims; of their lives and their loves and their worries and hopes. But I also thought of their families; of parents burying children, of newly orphaned boys and girls, and of husbands and wives whose loved-ones’ lives were snuffed out in an instant with all the cruel, nihilistic meaninglessness the universe is capable of.
Back in 2013 I came across a story online about the imminent arrival of what was then Bangkok’s newest mall, Central Embassy. The article’s comments section was overrun with jaded remarks by western expats:
“Another mall? The central business district of Bangkok is already overflowing with malls and shopping centres”, said one.
One of the pillars of being Catholic in this modern age (if I may borrow a theological concept from Islam) is the ability to display patience in the face of all sorts of slander against the Church, but after years of reading articles and comments online in which people propagated the myth that the Catholic Church is to blame for the spread of HIV in the developing world, I was prodded into action.