Sometimes, All I Can Do is Shake My Head

200135951-001     There has been that story in the news the past few days- a little boy reported missing. It caught my attention that, basically right from the start, the police said they were not treating as a runaway, wondering off OR and abduction. That seems to GREATLY diminish the possibilities of what happened to him. His parents reported him missing and the police seemed rather suspect of them from the moment they got the call. 

     Although they (the police) were rather tight-lipped (understandably) about their investigation, everything pointed to the fact that they strongly suspected that one or both of the parents was involved. And sure enough- they found his body and the parents have been arrested. Now, I am WELL aware of the whole “innocent until proven guilty” approach, and I believe in it. However, in this case, it’s hard NOT to make the jump to “guilty”.  

     Cases like this make me come to one simple yet profound question, “How, in the name of all that is holy, could someone do something like this to a child, especially your OWN child?” I don’t mean by that question that it would be somehow OK if this story was about a teen or an adult instead of a little kid. It wouldn’t. But it feels even worse to me when an innocent child is tortured, abused or murdered by someone- especially someone who was specially trusted to protect them.  

     To me, children are a special gift from God. And while I love my wife more than anything or anybody but God, I have a special kind of love for my sons that is reserved for them and them alone. I don’t want them to do ALMOST as well as me or be ALMOST as good at me at something. I want them to make look like a total hack- a slacker who can barely function in the world. Nothing would make me happier. 

     Now, by that I do NOT mean that I will measure my pride and joy in them by how well they do or don’t “succeed” in the world. My love for them is agape- a love that expects nothing in return. And as a result of all that, I would protect my family- my wife and both sons- by whatever means necessary. I would, as a preacher friend of mine says, walk through the fires of Hades in a suit made of gasoline suit if necessary. Would I lay down my life for my family? Every day and twice on Sunday, without hesitation. 

     My prayers go out to that little boy, his extended family and his community. And yes, I pray for his parents. If they are somehow innocent of this heinous crime, I pray that is revealed. If, however, the preponderance of evidence that seems to point to guilt is accurate, I pray they find Jesus in the midst of this fresh Hell they are in and that He forgives them. Either way, I weep for a world that has created such a scenario and made it all to prevalent. Made Heaven help us. 

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One thought on “Sometimes, All I Can Do is Shake My Head

  1. I, too, found this story reaching deep into my heart. Being a teacher and working closely with children, I cannot fathom why ANYONE would choose to overpower a child and end their life. But, I also saw that he had lived in a life of squalor. Articles about him have mentioned that he’s not longer in pain. I can’t contain my tears to even think about it .It is an example of the devil at his worst.

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