Why?

I had intended to post something more light-hearted and pleasant for you to read this morning. But, I write from my soul and cannot give you anything but what I feel inside.

Today, I’m heartbroken. I read last night while scrolling through my Twitter feed that a toddler’s dismembered body parts were found floating in a river somewhere… I don’t remember where or any other details of the disgusting crime; honestly, I don’t think I could bring myself to look back on the article.

This is not right, people. This is sick. How depraved does a person have to be to not just kill, but slaughter… And separate a young child into pieces? I don’t understand.

A similar story was told to me while on a missions trip in Uganda, Africa. Many of you read about it, I posted the story to this blog. But, that was some months ago, though I still haven’t gotten over it. The story was of a mother, who husband left her to marry another woman. The mother was so enraged that she took a hoe and chopped her young son into three pieces. 

It breaks my heart, to hear of how these children suffered because of the depravity and cruelty of this world… What have we done? 

I apologize for the somber, and perhaps gruesome tone of this post, and I warn you now: the words I am about to write come from the depths of my soul and I do not filter them to lessen their force or feeling.

A writer’s mind is a playground of imagery. One of his main purposes and is to bring words to life through sentence pictures and visual sentences. The curse of this blessed gift is that we see things in vivid imagery that we may wish to forget.

When these story’s first came into my hearing and vision, I winced as I saw the hoe descend and heard it slice through the child’s body with a sickening crunch as it split the spine. I saw the blood splatter and spurt from the child’s body as he writhed in the pain of a living death. I heard the sucking sound as the hoe slid forth and I saw it raised for another strike to end it all. Then I had to look away. I was too sick to see any more. Sick of the anger, hatred, sin that caused us humans to be so depraved, and the realization that without Christ, I was capable of such horrors. My God! Forgive us!

I wince every time I think about it… I still get a sick feeling when I write about it; I lose sleep, I can’t eat, I weep bitter tears of sorrow. How could anyone do something like this?

When I think of this dismembered child, in the United States! In this very country! I can’t breath when visions of a man or woman hacking a toddler to pieces jumps into my mind. My heart burns when I look into the eyes of a murderer like that and see the blood and hate, the darkness of their soul. I’m weak, and I hope that these feelings never go away. I want a spirit of brokenness.

It’s hard for me to not become bitter and resentful, even hateful when I see and hear of these deplorable atrocities. By Gods grace alone I am saved from a life that would have been capable of this level of sin. Except for the grace of God in my life, I would be as wretched and vile as they. 

But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. 

-Romans 5:8

And you hath he quickened, who were dead in trespasses and sins; 

-Ephesians 2:1

For if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life.
-Romans 5:10 

While we were sinners, the enemies of God, dead in our trespasses and sins, HE SAVED US! He loved us! We were child slaughters, fornicators, idolaters, haters of God, lovers of the flesh, lustful, arrogant, hateful, prostitutes, prideful, perverted, addicted, enemies of the Cross, and worthy to be condemned to Hell and eternal torment! While we hated Him, He loved us!

For as high as the heavens are above, great is the measure of our Father’s love. That He would call us sons of God, even those who would believe on His name. Who were born again not of the will of flesh, blood, or man, but of the will of God.

Nobody is too bad to be forgiven. There are no perfect Christians, just a bunch of saved sinners. If you would take a moment and pray for these two people who have committed these crimes in the sight of God, pray for their repentance and salvation. 

I’ll never forget these people or those children… As always, thanks for reading. I hope you’ve been given a burden for the lost and a spirit of brokenness over sin.

–the anonymous novelist

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