“The parents ate green apples, the children got the stomachache.” Ezekiel 18:2
One afternoon I waited in the car in a mall parking lot and worked on some Sudoku puzzles. My eye caught a woman hurrying to her car and a three or four-year old little boy following about ten feet behind. The cute little guy had his head hanging down like a dog after being scolded. A moment later, the woman, who I assumed to be the mother, shoved the child into the backseat of the car and yelled, “Where the h_ _ _ did you leave the F_ _ _ _ _ _ …” The pencil froze in my hand.
Within the next few seconds, the F bomb erupted at least a half dozen times, along with a few other words not appropriate for anyone’s ears. My grandma blood began to boil. I hopped out of the car, and as I stood there, I wondered what I could do to help this little boy. I wanted to yank him out of the car and take him home with me. The woman slammed the door shut and left the parking lot, with the little boy standing behind the passenger seat. I prayed, “Lord, why should this little child suffer for whatever is making his mother so angry?”
Dear Lord, I pray you will silence the ears of little children who are verbally abused. Please open the ears of abusers to hear what they are saying. Amen.