Ten on the bike path to Kaysville and back. While a very easy physical effort, mentally tonight was one of the toughest workouts I've done. Tonight my wife and I heard the news of the horror suffered by Susan Cox's children at the hands of a monster. That news shook me. We cried. I was stunned at the act of pure evil that took the lives of those two boys. My boys are the exact ages of Susan's boys. Instinctively I visited their bedroom and caressed the heads and hands of each of my sleeping boys. I needed to touch them, to hear them breathing, to feel their warm skin and know they are alive and safe. There is evil in this world. There always has been. Violence against children shakes me to the core and if ever there is a cause for me to take, a cause and mission for me to offer my whole heart, it would be to protect children in every way from the evil people that seek to harm them. I didn't plan to get out tonight and run, but after I heard the news of the manner in which those boys were murdered I had to get out and move. But I couldn't forget what I had heard. Every few minutes I thought of the disturbing news, and I deflated and my pace slowed. I could not be comforted by my favorite music coming through the earphones. I did the ten miles but it was a chore. Dear God, my prayer is that you would erase from the memories of those precious children the pain those boys felt all their lives, and especially the last minutes of their mortal lives.
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