Why I Don't Read The News

I heard three separate news incidents in the last couple weeks, all very disturbing, all involving children. While other children were enjoying the first signs of spring and anticipating Easter, drifting to sleep with a favorite stuffed toy, daydreaming while watching raindrops roll down their bedroom window, imagining in their own little make-believe world, these children had other appointments. I won't detail any of the incidents or provide news links, it's the kind of information that nobody needs to know. The kinds of things we want to protect our children from even knowing about, these unfortunate children had to live. After a few days of disbelief and shock, and a few sleepless nights, and more days of numbing depression, I'm finally able to go over the news somewhat more objectively in my mind and possibly talk about it. If I could compose music, I'd write a lullaby for those children. I know it doesn't help, but it somehow seems appropriate and oddly necessary. While all of this was on my mind, the scripture from Revelations came into my mind that says 'God Himself will wipe away all their tears,' and I was reminded that there is comfort for them now and they truly are fine where they are. And then, last night, as if the most fitting word was sent at the right time to confirm that, I came across this in my CM reading of volume 4: '...it is conceivable that death is less momentous in the thought of God, who knows the hereafter, than to us, who are still in the dark. Christ wept, not for Lazarus, his sorrow was for the griefs that fall upon all men, as upon the two sisters. Perhaps He would have said, If they only knew!'