Last week felt real crumby. No real reason why, but on Sunday both Jon and I admitted to each other we had been feeling down. After church I did a habitual Facebook check and what I found was the "straw that broke the camels back."
A few years ago I helped babysit a young family in my parents ward while I was home for Christmas break. The size of this family merited the need for a couple sitters, which is why I was called in to help a young uncle to the kids. I had a great time. The kids were so well behaved and fun, and there was another adult there to chat with. Turned out the uncle was my age, he knew the guy I was dating at the time, and was just an all around nice guy. The kids loved him and he took such good care of them. I ended up seeing him a few weeks later while visiting the guy I was dating and he was just as friendly and nice. And then I never saw or heard of him again. Until I checked Facebook on Sunday.
I knew I recognized the picture of the guy attached to a news article that appeared on my feed. However, after reading the title of the article, I wanted so badly for the picture to have fooled me; for it to be someone that I didn't know. My fears were quickly confirmed and I instantly felt sick. It turns out the guy I babysat with has been convicted of something pretty awful. And just when I thought I couldn't feel any worse, I started reading the comments people had made on the article.
"He deserves to be publicly hung."
"What a disgusting waste of skin."
"Shoot the sick weirdo!"
Based on the nature of his crime, I guess a certain part of me can understand these reactions. But I still wish that negativity didn't need to be put in writing. Needless to say, after reading all of this I went from feeling crumby to downright discouraged.
It was then that a quiet and simple reminder was placed in my mind that has given me peace since then.
And the fact that it's only fallen makes all the difference.
A few years ago I helped babysit a young family in my parents ward while I was home for Christmas break. The size of this family merited the need for a couple sitters, which is why I was called in to help a young uncle to the kids. I had a great time. The kids were so well behaved and fun, and there was another adult there to chat with. Turned out the uncle was my age, he knew the guy I was dating at the time, and was just an all around nice guy. The kids loved him and he took such good care of them. I ended up seeing him a few weeks later while visiting the guy I was dating and he was just as friendly and nice. And then I never saw or heard of him again. Until I checked Facebook on Sunday.
I knew I recognized the picture of the guy attached to a news article that appeared on my feed. However, after reading the title of the article, I wanted so badly for the picture to have fooled me; for it to be someone that I didn't know. My fears were quickly confirmed and I instantly felt sick. It turns out the guy I babysat with has been convicted of something pretty awful. And just when I thought I couldn't feel any worse, I started reading the comments people had made on the article.
"He deserves to be publicly hung."
"What a disgusting waste of skin."
"Shoot the sick weirdo!"
Based on the nature of his crime, I guess a certain part of me can understand these reactions. But I still wish that negativity didn't need to be put in writing. Needless to say, after reading all of this I went from feeling crumby to downright discouraged.
Here I am. Stuck in a world full of bad people doing bad things and more bad people saying bad things about the former. Why is everything just so hopeless?
It was then that a quiet and simple reminder was placed in my mind that has given me peace since then.
It's not a bad world full of bad people; it's a fallen world full of fallen people.
And the fact that it's only fallen makes all the difference.