It will be trite to talk about, but I was actually thinking about this yesterday when I was working near a daycare. Watching those cute little kids wondering around in their caged little area. Pink snowsuits waddling because they are too bulky and their little muscles aren't that strong yet. Watching them play and talk to each other. No matter how bad of a day I am having, if I see children it brightens my day. Their innocence. How happy they are. Why are they happy ? Who cares. They are happy because everything is making them happy. A truck, a doll, the fence. We should be happy at anything too. Then a stray thought. "Who would ever hurt children?" They have not done anything as terrible as you and I may have. They just want your love and to hold or snuggle in with you from time to time and you love them. Not because you have to, but because you want to and they easily make you. You would do anything for them. They need a kidney. "Ok, take mine," They need bone marrow, "I have too much so there ya go." Your life is forfeit for your childs'.
Then news like today reaches your ears and eyes. Several children killed at a Connecticut school. All you have to do is put one of your kid's face on one of the slain children or a child you know and your heart breaks even further. At first it is shock, then you feel rage at the individual who killed these innocent babes(I will come back to this later). Then you read that the former Governor of Arkansas Mike Hukabee says the crime was no surprise because we have "systematically removed God" from public schools. .Seattle Post
God? Removed? Yes If only God was still in the schools. He would of done something right? Just like he helped the people of Japan with the tsunami or the people in New York and surrounding area during tropical storm Sandy and every day of the countless men, women and children that are abused and killed ....er....wait does that sound right? No it doesn't. This magical man hiding in the clouds does nothing and don't give me "God only helps those who help themselves". Tell that to one of the parents who has a dead child. Never will they see their child again. Never. Now wouldn't you do anything for your children? And if we are Gods children then why didn't he or ever protect us? Is there a God> I doubt it. The is no scientific proof. And whether you think science is great or not, just remember what you are reading this on. There might be a higher power out there, but not one that adheres to the religious dogma that is preached all over the world. I would love for nothing more than to see all my relatives and dead pets in heaven when I die, but I know that probably won't happen. Why do I think this? Because God is supposed to be every where and if the magic man can't stop a simple shooting of innocent children then how can there be a kingdom in the clouds. He can't even give rain to people who pray for it. How is he supposed to keep all the people who have ever died around in one place?
Hell. You want one because you would love to know that the shooter is going there, but did you know that some religions(christian) believe that unbaptized people would go to hell? I wonder if any of the children killed today in Connecticut were baptized? Sounds like the perfect job for the magic man to save them and wait to harvest their souls until after they are baptized, but he's not allowed in school.....but he's God can't he do anything? Apparently not. Children who aren't taught about God or old enough to learn about God are basically Atheists. I would try to protect these children, but would God? Remember if you have children or a baby right now they didn't or don't know about God either and if they had of passed what would of happened?
I would never advise saying this to the parents of the dead children. They don't need to hear that, but I also don't need to hear how God would of fixed everything. Your God can't and hasn't fixed anything. So instead of praying to this guy to help people he can't and will never help. Spend that time with your children or people you love. I am going to hear about how my son is rushing for another touchdown in the house or my daughter cry for Buzz and Woody as you finish a story and lay her down to sleep. Not for help I will never receive.