I don’t do this. I’ve never done this.
But today, as I was prepping to write my blog and coming up with an idea that I liked, that would involve some rapid input from friends on Facebook, I found something a friend of mine wrote.
My friend Kim Gottschild is a wonderful writer, and an even more wonderful person. You can follow her on Facebook at Kim Gottschild, Writer (https://www.facebook.com/#!/KimGottschildWriter) and you will find her at the Burnside Writers Collective (http://burnsidewriters.com).
I unintentionally caught a scene from The Hunger Games movie Saturday night. I come home from working at school – ironically the only time and place I have experienced absolute quiet all week -and Bjoern and Ella are in the middle of the film. I begin cleaning up the kitchen trying to ignore it, but I am drawn in by a cute, innocent girls’ voice. The kind of voice that should be out swinging or plaing with dolls or chasing dogs. A voice like our daughters’. Then I hear a sickening whiz followed by a thud. I go to the family room to look and wish I hadn’t.
I watch a child die.
Though I’ve neither read the book nor seen the whole movie, I understand the premise of the story. But it doesn’t matter. Inside I am just screaming how wrong, grotesquely wrong that whole scene was. No child should die. Ever. I want to vomit.
And then I think: This is how God feels.