tragedy

A little boy died this week. This statement is relatively easy to cast off when the child is just another name in an obituary column, but I knew this little boy...and I know his mother. His mother is my cousin. Her innocent child was killed. This little boy didn't deserve to die.
This tragedy makes me angry. It makes me sad. I makes me appreciate my own son more who is the same age as this little boy. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. It reminds me of another innocent life that was taken.
Jesus didn't deserve to die. And yet my sin put Him on that cross. I killed an innocent person. This little boy didn't deserve to die. And yet the sin of another put him in that coffin. An innocent person was killed.
My heart goes out to my cousin and her family. My heart goes out to the family of the boy's killer who is indeed grieving as well.
Jesus died for me. He died for this little child. And He died for this little child's killer. Jesus didn't deserve to die.