Reflections on a Tragedy

Perhaps this is not the right time, but . . . I don't believe that I will ever in my lifetime think of the slaughter of those beautiful little children and not have to fight back tears--and, undoubtedly--lose the battle. Yet, I ask you. Would not every aborted fetus in the briefest of time be just as beautiful, just as precious, just as full of life and hope as the little ones murdered in that classroom? There is no argument to convince me otherwise. Just the slightest bit of imagination and the simplest logic says that it is undeniably so. And yet, do we shed a tear for them? No, not a one. In fact, we give our hearty approval to those who not only condone such acts but actively and vigorously support them. And some who do so claim to be disciples of the One who said lovingly, "Let the little children come to Me. For of such is the kingdom of God." The One who warned that before you dare to offend one child, you should tie a boulder around your neck and jump into the sea. Our apathy toward that daily tragedy brings tears to my heart as well.