Dear Jesus,
I do not understand.
Just babies Lord. Just little
ones. I cry for the horror and
senselessness. I cry for the parents who
cannot be consoled. The horror of such evil defies description. The depth of such grief goes beyond words. Questions and screams of denial rage like
angry chimpanzees around in my mind. The
answerless questions demand victims for their rage: someone to blame, someone to punish. Some way, anyway to avenge, to gain some kind
of justice. Yet nothing will. I will
never understand any of this. No answers
will ever be enough. No words will heal
the gaping wounds in the hearts of the parents of those children.
So in all this darkness I run to You. Even as I wonder why You did not intervene, I
know You are our only consolation and hope.
Where else is there to go? You are the only hope and consolation that
will keep all of us from falling into a dark, pit of insanity because of this
evil. Thank You for the promise that You
my silent anguish and the parent’s anguished spirits of the parents cry out in
pain too deep for words (Romans 8:26).
So hear me Lord.
Please know I feel helpless.
Please know now that I struggle with fear for all the little ones that I
love. Please know I do not doubt you,
but then I cannot fathom how this has happened.
Please Jesus, show your grace and mercy to these parents, teachers, and
other surviving children. Please Lord
You said Your Holy Spirit is a comforter – how they (and we) need You in that
role now (John 14:26).
Even as I type I see the scene in the New Testament when You
gathered the little ones around You (Matthew 19:14). May those little ones be gathered around you
now. Please be holding them in your
lap. Please wipe all the horror and pain
from their beautiful souls. Please Lord
may their parents see each of them on Your knee and in Your arms.
As to the rest of it, well Lord may the world finally see
that more laws are not the answer.
Nothing but Your love and grace ever overcomes evil.
Thank You for listening and understanding.
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