Where Oh Where is Jesus, as Tears Streak Our Children’s Cheeks?

CryingWomanThe Naked Mormon podcast was recorded on Monday and published yesterday. I just listened to it tonight.  Bryce interspersed the interview by reading several of the stories on the website.
I’ve read every damn story already.  But, as Bryce read them, I cried again.  At every single one. Vicarious trauma has set in big time tonight.
Bryce said, “These stories matter.” You bet they matter. These are real people. These were real children.  Innocent children.  Victimized by a well-intentioned but, highly flawed institutional practice.
After 2 1/2 hours of podcast, Bryce’s last words were, “If history is any indicator of future events, the battle has just begun.” That brought big tears that are still flowing.
Oh hell, how can this just be the beginning?  Children.Are.Being.Destroyed.  How can this be the beginning?  We know what is happening.  How can this possibly not be the end of doing hideous damage to the little ones?
Where is our love of following the Savior? Where is Jesus in all of this? After all, it was he who said, “But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.”
In the face of Christ’s dire warning, how can it be that we are battling each other?  How can it be that we have just started fighting?
Let us finish….And protect our precious and vulnerable children.
Here’s the Petition.
Here’s the March.
Sealed with the tears of thousands of adults whose childhoods perished behind-closed-doors.  Tonight, my tears mix with theirs.