God hates ugly. How much uglier can it get than disrespecting the life and memory of a beautiful child.
Only days ago, shock gripped the nation as we heard of the massacre in Arizona.
9 were dead, a public servant lay in critical condition, shot in the head from point blank range.
In the numbers of this massacre were many loved ones, though the face of one young child — Christina Greene — so young, innocent and loving, full of hope, perhaps stands out the most and resonates well within the heart of America.
It is hurtful. This child went to the “Congress at Your Corner Event” with a friend of the family. She was getting a primer for seeing the government in action, perhaps something that would have sparked an interest in this child, launching her into a future of politics and beyond. The palate and possibilities, innocent and fresh to our children: yet, one deranged gunman’s hatred, hostility and perhaps misunderstanding by friends and family of his psyche, destroyed the tapestry of life that was being sewn for this child. He ended her life and many others, and it is tragic.
Now, we see all of this is being politicized. I have even joined in, I will confess it: I stand against those who railed on Sarah Palin, and in return, have used my public radio show and several tv interviews to bring Hell back to the liberals. But really, why? When we have such tragedy, why must we jump straight into our political battles?
It is shameful, it really is. I feel shame in my heart and so should every liberal, Republican, Tea-partier and everyone else involved in the political battles that have come after this tragedy. You’re being selfish.
It matters not that the shooter was a marijuana smoking liberal, as described by his friends. It matters not that once more, the left-wing media jumped to conclusions that were false.
What matters here is one, being there to support our fellow Americans after such tragedy. And two, saying what degree of hell’s servitude is one enlisted to protest the funeral of this child?
This girl did nothing wrong. I can understand giving hell to an adult. Whatever. If you give hell to an adult though, just don’t be surprised if you get a swift kick of justice right back in your face. What I do not understand is how on Earth, Westboro, that you can think God is approving of picketing this child’s funeral?
When you claim to read the Bible, and then, you this scripture:
12How think ye? if a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray?
13And if so be that he find it, verily I say unto you, he rejoiceth more of that sheep, than of the ninety and nine which went not astray.
14Even so it is not the will of your Father which is in heaven, that one of these little ones should perish.
So if you really want to go against the will of God, then by all means, feel free to celebrate and picket the memory of this child. I will happily dawn my angel wings with the rest of the crowd on this one, to shield everyone from such an act of sulfur-bound vitriolic heartlessness.
When one hurts a child the heart of God is angry and without remorse, and those who suffer the children shall burn in the lowest depths of hell, lower than any degenerate doused by lakefire, screaming in tortured agony as the molten lava of hell fill their lungbeds again and again, in a singeing fury of suffocating hate that will last an eternity and is still not punishment enough for antics such as this.
Be warned, even great Moses last his path with God and was forced to dwell in the harsh lands of endless nomadic exposure in the desert.
The same can come to any person and to any church. Be warned and remember, all shall one day stand before the throne of God, and the demons of hell will lap their forked tongues as they wait to picket eyes of all heartless sinners to their clamoring hordes, where wooden stakes and evil ideation is in eternal supply. Not even the tears of those who suffer in hell for all time will catch the merciful ears of God, and whose cries could be more faint than those in deepest hell, those who dare disrespect a beautiful, innocent child.
During this time, there is only one thing that matters in this situation: be blessed, friends and families affected by the great tragedy. Whatever comfort you can have in your heart and memories, may they be multiplied by many.