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Fire claimed a bit of childhood magic
I woke July 21 to the news a fire had happened at Camden Park while I slept. In a place we all know, a place where memories are kept. Memories of company picnics, that special time of year. Of first kisses on rides we all hold so dear. Of snow cones, ice cream and pronto pups we all love best. Darts thrown to win mirrors, pulling ducks and throwing baseballs at furry cats. Memories I'm sure a lot are reliving of a rink that used to be. Holding hands on slow songs and Friday night friends you couldn't wait to see. The summer the log flume appeared, the first time you rode the ski lift showing no fear.
One special memory for me about the Dodgem' Cars ride comes to mind. Myself and a cousin having our first ride. Our first ride as "big kids" without parents to watch. Bumping each other like crazy, hoping we didn't get caught. He's been gone a few years now, so it broke my heart to watch that building fall. Now I'm wondering how many like me this morning have cried, because over the night our magic died.
Some questions only God can answer
Would George Zimmerman attack and shoot a white young boy with a hoodie because he was walking around looking suspicious in his neighborhood? Or shoot him only because he was black? That's one question that only God can answer.
Do we wish to honor the dead? For what will weeping alone avail? What good can a pompous funeral and vain display achieve? Rather be intent with all your might to assist the departed soul by deeds, prayer and the understanding of each other. Let the mourners weep and show grief, let them find consolation in tears, but let them not forget to come, with still greater zeal, to the aid of the departed by enacting different ways of acting against each no matter what our feelings are.
Let's look at your fellow human being, what befalls them. Some of them fall dead on the streets, some are found dead in their beds, some have their lives suddenly crushed out, some died in agonizing pain, some go out at night and not come back in the morning, some died in the midst of laughter, some meet violent deaths at the hands of others. Nearly all are called when they least expected.
Consider these stern facts and you will not easily sin.
It is appointed unto men and women once to die, and after this is the judgment.
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