I can barely think straight. Typing, I hope, will untangle my thoughts, allow me to string together words that convey these stirrings, these tears.
I almost didn’t read it. Another nauseating story in the Chicago Tribune. Children, babies, dying of neglect and abuse. I tried to put it down. In fact, did, several times. But yesterday my pastor asked, “What stirs you up?” And today, those cherub faces smiled up at me until I invited pain in.
They deserved so much more. What about their basic needs? Regular food, drink, medical treatment, safe human touch? What about beyond that? Lulla-byes, good morning kisses and peek-a-boos? How about not fearing, not being terrorized by the adults in their lives? Those they looked to for nurturing and protection.
My mind cannot fathom how a man can punch and karate kick a 17 month-old baby boy. Or how a mother can break the leg of a precious 3 month-old and 4 months later shake him to death because “it made her feel better to see him cry.”
I understand the abusers are mentally and spiritually sick and I do believe as my dad did, “Some people just like to be mean”, but I’m not here to figure them out. Nor the system cracks into which these babies plummeted. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have more grace. But right now I want to think about these children. To resist the urge to ignore them and go about my comfortable suburban life.
After all, yesterday my pastor asked, “What stirs you up?”
I think most of use get stirred up when we hear or read about the stories of abuse & neglect. I think most of use can’t even imagine how anyone could abuse such precious little ones, the one of the most precious gifts from God. If each of us did even just a little, it would make a difference. I also agree with one of your friend’s facebook comment that mentioned elder abuse. Prayers and actions are something we all can do.
Yes, Rebekka, so true. I believe what stirs us … what we just can’t stop thinking about even when we try … is our passion & calling. To quote a friend: “We can’t do everything, but we can do something.” I will seek to find what my “something” is:) Thanks for your comments. Grace & peace to you, friend.