04.04. Playground of Sorrows
It was nearly impossible to stand in a playground
04.04. Putin’s military shells a playground in Kryvyi Rih, wou
nding 117 people and killing 15 children. There were no protests at UK Universities, no highways blocked for them in US cities, no effigies or riots for their justice ... chances are you didn’t even hear about it ... just madness and slaughter.
As I board the bus in 15 minutes, I can’t leave Ukraine without sharing this. I’m not angry, I just have questions.
As a parent of four, and someone who barely knows how to use a camera, it was nearly impossible to stand in a playground made for little ones to find joy on, right next to the bomb crater that butchered their innocent lives. My hands shook, and I cried.
I choke as I type this, and I just hope I’m doing the right thing by sharing their story. Their beautiful lives, all they would have given this world, the children they would have had ... gone and replaced with suffering families. Just loss.
But will we do anything? Will you?
So many on social media are so strong in their political view, their own little protest slinging keystrokes. But where is our spine? Where do we stand among humanity when we lack the guts to stand up against this collectively, even for children?
It’s over there somewhere. We’ve got our own problems.
Where do YOU start to actually take a stand? Where is your line? Are we just talking, is it whatever protest is poppin online that we join? Are we willing to actually push back against our own values in defense of what is right?
Do you really have courage, and if so, how far are you willing to go, and not just talk?
These were children. So many all over the world, yes; Congo, Myanmar, Sri Lanka, Nigeria, Afghanistan, USA, on and on ... But these are the kids I personally encountered, who God brought me to, so I’ve got a responsibility to speak, to protect.
The Children
