These are pictures of children who attended a concert in Manchester, England that was the site of another terrorist attack.
They are scattered through my feed…they all look precious today…they are precious…they were precious.
The pictures were posted by parents who fear that the most precious part of their lives may have been destroyed by incomprehensible evil.
They must have heard the news about the attack and prayed and waited..and waited…and then were reduced to finding a suitable photo to share in hopes that their child wasn’t one that will never come home.
What they are going through today is more horrific than I can imagine and so much more than they ever imagined in their worst nightmares.
Some have already received a call that the nightmare is real.
The call will not mention that the nightmare will never end in this life.
They say that the attacker is dead and I’m glad…I try to find some small measure of justice in thinking about the pains of hell the person instantly began to experience.
It fails to bring any comfort at all.
There is no comfort when a child dies.
Over on Facebook most are horrified, others are angry because they have been trying to tell us that this is what Islam is all about.
There are warnings of more death to come…either at the hands of the Muslims or the hands of those who believe they are protecting against them.
The best answer either side can come up with is more death.
War is in the air…war against the Muslims, war between the left and right in our own country, war with brother against brother.
War is putting on it’s noble robes gain.
War will make this country what God intended it to be…if only we identify who the enemy is that needs to die.
Unfortunately, we all qualify in someone else’s eyes.
That’s what war does…it makes everybody someones enemy…and someones target.
We go to the Bible to find a better way.
It speaks to us of sacrificial love and death to self.
We close the book and look for a better way than that.
I have no answers to the terror abroad or the coming terror at home.
I only know that death breeds death.
We have to rightly understand the nature of Islamic terror.
We have to rightly acknowledge the potential for our own.
I weep for Manchester.
I weep for us.
Our children will die too…