Deserving the Fear of Your Chosen Beliefs

I recently blogged about child abuse, but this story of a woman who locked her three very young children in a room like animals, and then left the house, a house that started on fire and her children burned to death in, is the worst form of child abuse humanly possible.

I couldn’t make it through this story without throwing up. It still turns my stomach as I write this blog. This is partially due to the fact that I actually knew who this woman was, at least to the extent that you know most social media acquaintances, and partially because she acted as an otherwise socially adept human being who continually showcased a slideshow of “love” for the beautiful children whose death she is now directly responsible for.

If she wasn’t filling the pages of social media full of pictures of her loving and “conscious motherhood,” she was continually professing messages about the grace of god and how he gave her strength to be a woman and mother of strength and example. An example of what, exactly?

A god-fearing woman who time and time again, as the story is now unfolding, neglected her children. Two of them mentally handicapped. She apparently locked them in cars and left them to run free in public parking lots; and reportedly reared them in an environment where they would defecate all over her house. Then one day, last Thursday, she finally bolted them shut in a room that would catch on fire, killing children that were 4 and 5 years old. A devout Christian behaved this way.

Then, she would initially lie, this person of god, and attempt to shift the blame to someone else. A family member. Such fine and upstanding Christian values she upheld.

Make no mistake, this animal acted on her own. This was no act of god and it wasn’t any act of instruction by her religion. I am not lambasting her belief in god in this blog. Nor am I begrudging those who attempt to compassionately follow of any number of ideologies. It’s ironically quite the opposite.

In this case, I’m profoundly happy that she maintains an implied belief in heaven and hell.

Unfortunately, she won’t spend eternity boiling in a lake of imaginary fire. Better than that, though, she’ll spend the rest of her days believing that is where she is going for what she did. She will be tormented with that fear. And that conscious, emotional hell is precisely where she belongs for the rest of her life. Behind the full weight of her conscious belief in hell. Each and every time she closes her eyes and sees the eyes of the children she basically imprisoned, left alone, and allowed to burn to death. Children who likely screamed for their mother, for help, until their last breath. Their innocent bodies burned beyond recognition. The video of the story is heartbreaking.

Some of you may find this blog without compassion for what this mother is going through or without an understanding as to why she did it. You’re right, I have none of that, because I choose to reserve my compassion for the children who lost their lives by her willful neglect. And there is no reason (understanding) for ever bolting your mentally handicapped children in a room, let alone leaving them there alone to burn to death, no matter the cause of the fire. She was nothing of a parent or guardian that day.

So many people cannot have children. They cannot know the joy and humility a child brings to your life. This woman was able to have several, and she treated them with complete disregard. Repeatedly. May she enjoy her fear of Hades.