In my spirit, and in my emotions, I am bloody and raw. I expect that because of the recent murders of 6 adults and 20 children in Connecticut the majority of our country have the same tattered feelings as do I. The images of those beautiful, innocent children that are widely posted now, and thoughts of their grieving families made my viewing of a children’s Christmas program on Sunday especially touching. Our children are so vulnerable, so precious. They are beautiful.
“Are you telling me there were real angels up in the sky?”
With a voice as clear as a mountain stream, as light as a gossamer cloud, she sang of the magnificent story of the Christ child.
“You mean they put baby Jesus in a manger instead of a crib?”
. . . and so . . . life goes on. Our children. The children of the world.
Many additional pictures of this event at my Flickr account.