Oklahoma City National Memorial and Museum.
A total of 759 persons sustained injuries, 167 persons died, 83 survivors were hospitalized, and 509 persons were treated as outpatients.
Walking through the memorial and museum of the April 19th, 1995 bombing, emotions ran high. As I walked with my classmates and teacher there was no smile or gaze not caught by the simple sight of pictures and voices heard of the survivors and victims. Even though I was only two when this bombing occurred nor even encountered the true feeling of the horrific day, my heart was gripped and my eyes fixated on the memory that was caught by the pictures and the actual objects.
One of the places that captured me the most was the site of the portraits of the victims and their personal and descriptive objects that were placed in front. Something about that just took me in. The thought that not only innocent bystanders, businessmen and women and many more but small children and even the unborn were killed made my mind struggle. There is something about it that just sits uneasy. How? Why? and What? are always the question but even if an answer was given there is something that will never be gained back. That is life.
We seem to take life for granted, it is merely but a vapor. Really. Do you know when your last day on this earth will be? Do you know the last thoughts that you will have towards individuals will be? Do you know what will happen after you take your last breath? No. The answer is simply no. People can play around with these ideas but when it all comes down to it there are some important things to think about because if we are unsure of things now, what makes things easier when the foundation of our beliefs are shaken.
I don’t know something about this whole thing makes me think what happened to these people after they died? Such a horrible event, taking the lives of people who were just going through their normal routine, not expecting that the very walls of their surrounding building would cave in after a man chose to bomb their place of work. Mmmhh not everything is emotional and for some they may not understand why I ask these questions or why I am more concerned about the souls of the people who died but that is something that seems like the most important thing. Life is so precious and to get life we had to be given it somehow and from something. I don’t want to live my life the way that people or society tell me. I want to live it in a way that is Holy and acceptable, just because it is my reasonable service. The least I could do for the one who gave me life is, give him it back. No restrictions for fun rather keeping me safe.
After all, Hell is freedom from God’s presence. So why would a just God try to snatch me out into Heaven to spend eternity with him when I didn’t want to be bothered with him on this earth?