Friday, April 27, 2007


Is it fair or realistic to call a human being a statistic when he or she are destroyed by flood or fire or other acts of sudden deadly impact? One moment a living, giving human being of worth, the next part of a mass of rubble, a tiny part of crumbling earth.

The victim, not someone of fame, but an individual with a name, with a family and friends and someone who had been depend upon for counsel and care, who was always there to share in their joy and despair.

The dead are not just numbers on a chart. They were bodies with a beating heart. They once cared and shared. They once were real. They could hurt. They could feel. They could laugh. They could cry. But they are no longer here to ask God why He had chosen them to die.


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