“Someone Needs to DO Something!”

Today’s picture is of a piece of the Berlin Wall! Yes, I was one of ‘those people’ there at the end of 1989/90 cheering on the toppling of the ‘evil wall’!
For years, as a small boy, I’d know about ‘The Wall’ - I’d read stories of heroic crossings at Checkpoint Charlie (close to where this particular chunk was torn from), of the brutal control on the other side and of the freedom oppressed people craved.

“Someone needs to DO something!” But what? How often do we feel totally helpless in situations happening thousands of miles away? (… or for that matter on our doorsteps!)
What I COULD do, I did! I prayed. The prayers of a small boy were uneducated, simplistic, probably ineffective and certainly naive. I fumbled with what to say, struggled to avoid distraction and wanted to ask for a new bike in with the wall to fall. Hey, if this thing worked I wasn’t going to miss an opportunity! I don’t know, I don’t understand. The mysterious nature of praying to an already “All-Knowing-God” who is, we are told by those who know this stuff, “in control,” just defies logic and certainly understanding. As a thinker, I remind myself often not to use logic where logic is inappropriate.
I’ve often wondered about that the small piece of evil wall I’m holding. Is it perhaps proportional to my personal childish prayers as a small boy? For sure there were other factors and millions who also prayed the same ‘insignificant’ prayers - but the wall DID fall, I know, I was there!
What can we do when we are so angry we say, “Someone needs to do something!”? We can pray those child-like prayers, believe indeed God is God, and wait for a perhaps faithless, unexpected and yet remarkable answer. Never just say you’ll pray. Pray - then tell me you did!
I don’t know how it works - or actually IF it works! All I know is a small boy prayed, a wall fell, and today that “small boy” treasures a macabre souvenir - a chunk of a wall he broke off with his own hands.