The unfolding horror of the flooding in Pakistan must surely touch all of us whether we have religious faith or not. The sheer loss of human life, the utter devastation of roads, services, infrastructure, schools, hospitals, livestock and homes. Millions dispossessed and on the move looking for safety, looking for help. The scale of the disaster is almost beyond our comprehension. We are told over and over about the lack of aid, the slow response of the government, we hear the anger in the voices of those demanding answers. But the most powerful, articulate and heart-breaking testimony is the woman who sits in silence mourning the death of her child or watching the life ebb away from their little one faster than the water is ebbing from what remains of their land. Her world has narrowed down to this little bundle of humanity reminding us how fragile our hold on life actually is. We are insulated from the harshness of existence with the comfortable lives we enjoy, even the poorest in our nations have so much more than these people have, even when things are going well. Is it enough simply to send a donation and move on to the next thing on our to-do list? If every life is equally valuable do we not have to do more about balancing the scales? The gospel tells us that all are equally regarded in God’s sight, the love of the Creator is equally poured out on all of creation we are just in the fortunate position to be born in the country we live in. With this security comes a responsibility to speak out for those who do not enjoy it.