It is in times of tragedy that we often find ourselves questioning humanity. We begin to question the morals of the sickened society we live in, and we find ourselves lost as to how to bandage up the gaping wounds the tragedy's leave within our hearts.
After every evil act that is taken out in American soil I always find myself more shocked than the last time. I'm not saying one tragedy is greater than another, it just seems that each one becomes more twisted. It make my spine crawl thinking about those who do harm to others; but I won't give any recognition of the manic coward behind the weapons. The name of evil is not important; rather, it was those who faced evil without fear that should be remembered.
After the unspeakable trauma Newtown, CT just witnessed I think that we should take a minute and ask ourselves, "how can we help those in need?" Especially in the spirit of christmas, we, as a society, need to figure our a way to still spread smiles across each one of those families this season. I'm thinking of writing letters, reminding them that each one of them is in our prayers and that their kids, or siblings, or mom's, or friends will never be forgotten. I wish I could hug each child that made it home that day, I wish I could hug each family's child who didn't. But physically that is impossible, so for my part, all the way here in Iowa- I will keep the thoughts of those innocent children and adults who put the lives of their children ahead of their own. In honor of each of them I will hold my loved ones closer and tighter this holiday season. May God extend his own heart and warm hands to those who need guidance and support in these following weeks. Rest in peace beautiful angels.
Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
When 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate.
Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
They were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.
They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
"Where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
"This is heaven." declared a small boy. "we're spending Christmas at God's house."
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
But Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
Those children all flew into the arms of their King
And as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
One small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face.
And as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad."
Then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe
Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
"Let My power and presence re-enter this land!"
"May this country be delivered from the hands of fools"
"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools!"
Then He and the children stood up without a sound.
"Come now my children, let me show you around."
Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
"In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT."
-author unknown
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