Tonight there is sad news in Denver: the body of a 2-year old child swept away in a flash flood has been found downstream in the South Platte River.
I can’t possibly imagine the pain that would be caused by such a loss. The idea of losing my wee Fiona or my boy Ewan – and how it would feel – is simply beyond my comprehension. Sure, I can wrap my mind around the physical facts of it all, but the emotions…I don’t even like to think about it.
Reading the details the other evening of how, when the rescuers reached the mother and told her that they had not found her son, she let go of her hold on a concrete barrier and surrendered herself to the current, it tore at my heart.
My condolences to the family on the loss of their son, their grandson. It’s a horrible tragedy.
That said, if there’s ever been an example of how religion can make some people say stupid things, I think this is it:
Denver Fire Chief Larry Trujillo confirms that it is the body of Jose and says it is a blessing that the body was found.
“I think we’re blessed we found this child in this amount of time. As far as we knew it’s been in our prayers for everybody, this child could’ve ended up all the way in Weld County,” said Trujillo.
And we know what they do to the bodies of children in Weld County, don’t we?
I’d like to think the prayers, futile as talking to the sky actually is, were more that the boy would be found alive, against the odds.
“The other day the aunt asked me, ‘Promise me you’ll find him.’ I said, ‘I don’t make promises like that, I promise we’ll keep trying,'” said Trujillo. “The odds of this I would definitely say are more than one in a million of being able to find this child. I think it’s the prayers that brought him back.”
Except, well, they didn’t bring him back, did they?
I’m pleased (which seems an odd choice of words, but I’ve got nothing better) for the family that they have some closure and can begin the process of grieving with a sad certainty of knowledge, but if the best a Christian can hope from prayer is that the body floats, well… so much for mustard seeds and moving mountains, let alone saving innocent children.
Rest in peace, Jose. Your life was far, far too short.