I Feel Like Kidnapping Them!

Mairekah raced herself into their own cottage and flung herself weeping on her own bed.

Aquinnah laid her hand gently on Mairekah’s shoulder, but let her continue to release her distress through tears. After awhile Mairekah turned on her side and look at her mother-in-law. Her lovely, young face was so woebegone that Aquinnah knelt down beside her and wiped away her tears.

“Oh, Mairekah I feel for you in your grief!”
“The children,” Mairekah’s voice broke. “That is the hardest to bear.”

Rebecca knelt down on the other side of the pallet. “For me, to,” she
agreed, her voice ragged. “Yet it’s so hard for me to think,” her voice was choked by her tears “ that they have to die such an untimely death in, in such a dreadful way.”

“Did you see how sweet and innocent Keiah looked when she talked to us?”

Mairekah pressed her fist against her mouth to keep from wailing out loud. “I feel like kidnapping her and a thousand others!”

“And it’s all the parent’s fault!” Rebecca’s voice had taken on a hard edge. “Because the parents refuse and rebel and don’t bother to train their children properly the children have to suffer!”
“Girls, I share your pain. I too wish we could open our arms wide and draw them all in.” The girls both looked at her. Their eyes were pools of sadness. “But for the children their fear and pain will be brief.”

The girls eyes widened. “How so?”

“The Father will welcome them with open arms at Heaven’s Gate. This world was getting to be too terrible place for defenceless children.”

“The violence,” Mairekah shuddered.

“Try to think how happy and carefree they will be in the father’s presence.” The girls nodded slowly. “And we will continue to warn the older ones until the very last moment.”

“We sure will.”