It’s not that I don’t care about O.J. and his latest escapade. It’s just that other things are more important…like children for instance. Sometimes I think the world has gone absolutely mad.

Last week I read an article entitled “Helping Children Caught in a War Zone” in The State. Written by Tom Turnipseed, the author related a story of a little girl in Iraq who was innocently playing hopscotch with some family members and friends when U.S. jets fired missiles that killed her brother and cousin and took off both of her legs at the knee. She has a name, Salee Allawe.  In Mr. Turnipseed’s world, Salee and Madeline (his granddaughter) are one because Jesus loves the little children. They’re all “precious in his sight.”

Then there’s the Florida prosecutor arrested for his involvement in a sex sting. A respected community member and father, he traveled to Michigan with plans to molest a five-year-old little girl after communicating with an undercover sheriff’s detective posing as the girl’s mother. When arrested, he was carrying presents for the child including a doll and earrings. How sick is that? Does it make me feel better knowing that he tried to hang himself in jail or that his staff is saddened by the arrest? No.

Until this semester, I viewed “shaken baby syndrome” as a textbook term describing babies shaken by a caregiver frustrated by relentless crying. One of my students has greatly raised my level of awareness by describing her child’s symptoms. This really happens all around us! These children have a high mortality rate, and those who survive often have symptoms ranging from subtle neurological disorders to seizures.

O.J. is small potatoes compared to the children. What must the Prince of Peace think when He beholds these little ones and the adults who are charged with safeguarding them?

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