You’ve seen the pictures of Omran Daqneesh. Bare feet, left side of his head bloodied, the 5-year-old boy looks dazed as he sits in the back of an ambulance. Omran had been hurt last Wednesday in an air attack aimed at Syrian rebels in Aleppo.
We have a photo of our 3-year-old grandson Jacob being taken to the hospital on an adult-sized stretcher. What’s happening to me? Jacob had a home and family to go to. Not Omran. His home was destroyed and his 10-year-old brother Ali was killed in the same airstrike.
Twelve children under 15 were treated after that Wednesday attack. Two-year-old Ahmad Tadifi was taken to the same hospital with serious injuries. Although the doctors didn’t know his name at first, not uncommon, they operated on Ahmad and put him in intensive care with his father. Ahmad died Friday. The Syrian Observatory for Human Rights says 100 children have died on the rebel side of Aleppo, the east side, and 49 on the western side just this month. (New York Times, August 22; A6)
Meanwhile the world’s short attention span goes on to the next thing. So much is so vain, often in the church too. The horror of sin. Apocalypse now. What’s happening to me? “From whom may we seek comfort but from Thee alone, who for our sins art justly displeased?”