Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Maggie McDonald, could it be true?
So young, so long ago. What took your life? Where you healthy and took sick suddenly?
It must have broken your parents hearts. You are way up front in a Cemetery high up in the New Mexico Mountians, an almost forgotten church in the middle of the harsh western lands. There is no one here to tell me your story, your parents and brothers and sisters are long gone, as are their children and their children. People pass your resting place to camp and see Indian Cliff Dwellings.
Is God's hard drive big enough to hold Maggie McDonald in His arms. She could not have had a very developed faith, I can't be sure she even knew how to read, I have no idea if they believed in an age of consent back then.
Are you any different than that child that ran out to pick up fish in Indonesia when the wave returned and swallowed you up? Are you any different that the children playing in the Oklahoma City Federal Building on that fateful day.
Are you any different that the 3 year olds Herod slaughtered to persecute the Christ child? No, you are not, and yes He is able to hold us in His Arms. I think about victims of hard times, violence, envy and intrigue, war and famine. Lord have mercy, remember the little ones, the forgotten ones. Give them life and love and experiences of beauty at the restitution of all things.