13 September, 2007


So this picture was on the BBC last week and the caption read something about a little boy collecting pottery after a hurricane or something like that. What shocked me about this picture is the gun in the little boy's hand. Maybe I am reading too much into this, but I am amazed at how comfortable the child obviously is with the weapon. Look at his hand, the way he holds the gun with total control, as if it was a piece of him.

I'm reading Beirut to Jerusalem right now and Friedman was talking about how when he lived in Beirut, that has lived 14+ years with civil war, that people found ways of dealing with the problems around them. They would create games in their minds, or think of reasons as to why someone got killed and they didn't. "Well if they had waited 20 minutes after the cease fire they would have lived." Which sounds odd, but you have to cope through the situations around you. I am pretty sure that if you could do a massive research project on who survived the Holocaust or any other prolonged engagement that it would be the people who find a way to one-step remove themselves from what's happening that survived.

Beyond that, people took precautions and soon nothing phased them. I think of the images I've seen of Israeli or Palestinian kids playing with guns, or marching with Hamas and being perfectly comfortable in it. Or girls in Thailand who are 10 and yet can flirt and seduce with the best of them.

It's not an excuse. Instead it breaks my heart. This kid should be playing with a military figure not carrying a gun while he sorts through the wreckage of his home. Those girls in the Red Light district should be playing with pretend make-up, not applying it to earn money.

I had a conversation recently where someone was saying that because of the situations listed above they had determined God didn't exist. How can a "loving" God allow kids/people to live in such situations and not stop it? Yeah, it's hard for me to reconcile but I refuse to think that the best those kids are ever going to get is what they've been given here, now. My hope, and my ability to stand or move comes from the knowledge that a) I can do things to affect their world and let them know of the amazing hope I have in Him and b) that someday these children will be dancing for joy, whole, and brought back to the one whose heartbreaks over what man does to them.

Just a thought.

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