At any moment I can look up and be sure a camera is looking back. Big brother is always watching…always. Sometimes I look up and count cameras just to see if I can top my biggest number pictured here.
It wears on me from time to time. I grow weary of being watched even if it is benign watching and I am not the target. Then sometimes I forget until I look up and see a camera in a startling place like in church…watching me.
They watch on the internet, on the street, in the malls, in subway stations, in train cars, in airports.
This summer the watching helped us put together how a passport disappeared in the airport. But something about seeing a passport stolen while four or five people watched passively is a lot to get over. I now need to forgive faces and not just vague incidents.
I don’t want to see some things. I don’t want to see the children that get run over by careless drivers and the people who stand by and watch but do not help. Constant surveillance means video of such incidents condemns but doesn’t seem to change anything. I become a watcher myself standing by outraged but nothing changes.
Knowing that most will stand by and do nothing for me, I face the question, will I still do something for others? Will my desire for privacy, so defended in my passport culture, win out and I sink into resentment unable to forgive the sin of a sinful world?
Or will I count this as yet one more way to share in the path that Christ took? A path with scant privacy?