I feel as though I can’t let the Sandy Hook massacre pass me by without writing something on it.
I, like the rest of the world, watched in horror and disbelief as the tragedy unfolded. I, like so many other mothers, hugged my children extra tight and held back tears as I thought about how precarious and precious life is.
I’ve read many editorials over the past few days and I don’t know that I have anything much to add. I am angry and disbelieving at the power of the NRA and the lack of gun control laws in America. I am deeply disturbed by lack of funding available for those who are mentally ill – not just in America, but in Australia too. All of this has been said, and much more eloquently than I could ever hope to say it.
But I’d like to now spare a thought for the other children, who didn’t make news headlines.
For the 21,000 children who die every day from preventable diseases. For the 4 million newborns who die in the first month of their lives. For the 2 million children under 15 who are living with HIV. For the 300,000 child soldiers who are are forced or coerced into armed forces. For the 40 per cent of these soldiers who are girls, and often kept as sex slaves for their male counterparts. For the 2 million children who are trafficked annually for child labor and sexual exploitation.
This Christmas, I will think on those little children slain at Sandy Hook Elementary School and grieve for the parents who are suffering an indescribable loss. I will also think about all those children across the world who are in equally indescribable circumstances. When I think about all of these things, it makes complete and perfect sense that the Christ-child came to bring love, peace and hope to a broken world.
I hope this Christmas gives all of you the chance to enjoy love, peace and happiness. Because the rest of it – the presents, the food, the Santa sacks – are nice, but they don’t really matter at all.
Blessings to you all.