But as we were leaving the fair, I witnessed something that will stay in my mind for a very long time. One of those 'I cannot be seeing this. This is not happening' moments. A little girl, around eight or nine years old was leaving the fair with what appeared to be her dad. She was a few steps ahead of us. She looked back for a split second and missed seeing a wooden post directly ahead of her. She collided into it and immediately put her hands over her face. I remember audibly moaning for her. And almost immediately, I began to mourn for her. Because, whoever it was with her, did not take the time to ask if she was okay, but instead angrily engulfed her in swear words and accusations. "How the f_ _ _ could you not have seen that? What the f_ _ _ were you thinking?" And on and on. I was motionless. I signaled to Steve, shaking my head. There were two policemen feet away and I asked them to help. They assured me that they were listening and taking note. I could not pull myself away from that sight. I wanted to pull that little girl away and tell her that what was happening to her was very wrong. I wanted to take her to a safe place. I wanted to tell her that it was okay to cry. I wanted to hold her and comfort her. I finally saw one of the police men walk to the man and talk with him. And as we were leaving, I begged the exit employees to keep a watch out for the exiting car. They were alarmed too and promised to look.
We live in a broken world. I know that and know it well. But sometimes, I think I become blind to the ugliness. And even when I do witness ugliness, I try to cover it up a little bit. Some of you reading this might not understand why I posted some of what that man said. But I wanted to convey the true ugliness of the situation. Because I think it is in the ugliest moments that we are forced to see things for what they are. To see the brokenness in our selves. And to cry, Jesus, please come and rescue. Please come and make all things new.