Easily the fowls evaded his attempts to conquer them. So sure of themselves they merely hopped out of the way of the clumsy sword strikes. There was no need to fly off to safety, or so they thought. The toddlers parents watched on in distracted amusement as their son tried again and again to slay his foes. They laughed and took pictures and enjoyed the show.
After several attempts the boy at long last swung his sword at just the right time and angle and smacked a bird that was just a bit slow in his response. The bird quickly gathered itself shook his head a bit and flew away to the safety of the sky.
Like predators waiting for the kill the two parents swooped down upon the child and began to scold him. They choose that moment to instruct him on the evils of harming animals and took his sword away from him to teach him a lesson. It was if they were just waiting for him to do something wrong.
Many years later that event still brings a smile to my face as I remember the mighty warrior. The story also continues to tick me off at the actions or lack of them by the parents. The antics of their child amused them and they didn't believe that any harm would really be done so they watched silently as their son launched his vicious attack time and time again until it was too late. Then they had the audacity to scold the boy and to inflict punishment.
So let's fast forward to today, to the here and now. I see a vast army of people swinging their swords recklessly striking out at life. The peace and joy they so desperately desire easily eludes them day after weary day. We watch. We take pictures. We are distractedly amused. When they finally hit the mark of sin and despair we swoop down with condemnation smug in the knowledge that we have struck a blow for what is right.
It's a beautiful day. Spring at long last has sparked a flurry of colors celebrating life. In the midst of the beauty men women and children are waging their private wars. What do we do?