Photo Prayer 2020-32 -- Murphy’s Law

Murphy’s Law is silly. “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” If a malevolent universe is eager to disappoint us, what’s it waiting for? If things are ready to fall apart, what’s the delay? Take yesterday — did everything that could go wrong yesterday in fact go wrong yesterday? Why not? And the day before? And the day before that? If it can all go wrong, why hasn’t it already? Let me claim this — that what goes on is delighted with us. It does not say of us, “Anything that can go wrong with them, will go wrong.” What goes on sees the bright possibilities before us, we the dearly beloved. What goes on is close at hand, full of admiration for us as we fall down and get back up again, as what has gone wrong is redeemed, as the unforgivable is forgiven.

Photograph of a firefighter, West Grove Fire Company, Chester County, Pennsylvania.
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Photo and text copyright 2020 by Danny N. Schweers.

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Steve wrote:
Well said, and perfectly timed!

Royster wrote:

Bobbie wrote:
Lovely - TY !

Mary wrote:
Wow danny. Good you came by and noticed. Quite a series of photos.

Kathy wrote:
I have a friend who is a part-time firefighter with West Grove. He was very pleased to see these pictures, thought that they were great.

Thanks for your comments! I expected someone to say that Murphy’s Law is not silly — just look how much goes wrong all the time. But when I imagine everything that could go wrong, I think of everything, not just all the hydrogen bombs exploding. I imagine the entire universe dead and icy cold, stagnant. Or I imagine a hell full of torment, of flames and no fireman with hoses. Instead, we have the Earth and the rest of the universe, a troubling glorious place, one we were designed to live in, with the promise of heaven beyond.
FYI, in saying “we fall down and get back up again”, I was thinking of the 1997 song “Tubthumping” (I Get Knocked Down) by the British anarchist band, Chumbawamba. The writer of that song was, for a year, a neighbor of mine here in Arden, Delaware. Take three minutes and 42 seconds to enjoy their video:

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