Maybe There’s A Bigger Cry

But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 19:14

A 21-year old walks into a church and kills 9 people.

A high school student refused to honor the request of her teachers and administrators, and as a result suffered tremendous police force in an effort to get her to comply.

A 15-year old takes 23 students and a teacher hostage and ends up committing suicide.

A 15-year old convicted and charged of first-degree murder for shooting another 15 -year old. The convicted serves a 15-year sentence.

And, to our extreme dismay, the list goes on….

While many may disagree with his policies and procedures, we must find some commonality with President Obama’s statement after the Ohio shootings:

“Somehow, this has become routine,” Obama said. “The reporting is routine. My response here at this podium ends up being routine … we’ve become numb to this.”

And, I believe we are slowly, becoming numb to this.
Our apathetic responses swelter for just a moment as we turn our thoughts and prayers to those affected, thank God for sparing us, and then…business as usual.

During the moment, we are quick to voice our opinions on social media, on our jobs, in the hair salon.
More guns. Less guns.
More legislation. Less gun legislation.
What should have been done. What should not have been done.
Black lives matter. Police lives matter.
Marches and meetings.
And again, the list goes on and on, with very little results.

I was listening to a commentary one morning on the way to work in reference to the Spring Valley shooting. The commentator said, “someone needs to stand up for our children.”

That struck a chord.

There’s a bigger cry…from our children.

Not a cry for more regulations and legislations.

Not a cry for marches and for injustices.

But, there’s a cry from deep within the souls of our next generation. Maybe that cry is “will someone hear me please.”

Yes, Someone needs to stand up for our children—and hear them.

We do not need to stand up for them once the injustice has been committed. There is no need to stand up for them once the life has been taken.


Can we stand up for them at their 3rd birthday party?

Can we stand up for them while they are being potty trained?

Can we stand up for them by accompanying them on a field trip?

Can we stand up for them by cooking with them in the kitchen?

Can we stand up for them by establishing holiday traditions for which they can hold on to?

Can we stand up for them by creating childhood memories that will sustain them for the rest of their lives?

Can we stand up for them by enjoying movie night at home with popcorn and drinks?

So what’s the point in all this? How does all of this make a difference?

Because, it’s within these moments—these insignificant moments—that we teach our children the importance of standing up for themselves.

It’s during those “teachable moments” that come without warning, we show them how to deal with injustices when they come. And they come to ALL of us.
It’s during those moments that we teach them the value of themselves and how to confront things that may not be right.

It’s during those moments that we teach them how to withstand tough times and come out victoriously.

There’s a cry.

Our children are crying—and they are crying to be heard.

Forget the name brand clothes and shoes.
Forget the games and the money.
Forget the marches and the meetings.

We can make a difference by taking out just a few moments to hear a child.
They want us. They want to be heard. They want to know that they are important.

One year I asked my kids what was the best thing they liked about Christmas, and to my surprise they said “gathering with the entire family over Grandma’s house.”

Yes, we need to stand up for our children but teaching them how to respectfully stand up for themselves—and be heard.

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