3-year-old Joshua Childers went missing earlier this week.
When found, Joshua was wet and covered in ticks. All he had on was a t-shirt and one shoe. He had lost his other shoe as well as his pull-up diaper.
Somehow, he survived the two-day, two-night ordeal. He’s listed in fair condition at a nearby hospital.
So, what brings this story to my attention?
The father’s response:
“It’s undescribable how grateful we are,” [Adam] Childers said. “I mean, you doubt if God’s actually with you for awhile, and then something like this happens, and you know he’s there.”
When your son is found half-naked and nearly dead, then God gets credit?!
What about all these people?
They didn’t do shit, apparently. It was all the good work of the Lord…
Hundreds of volunteers from as far away as St. Louis, 100 miles to the northeast, came to help in the search. So did professional search and rescue crews from dozens of agencies. The Missouri State Highway Patrol brought in planes. The state Water Patrol brought in divers and sonar. Dozens of dogs, horses, ATVs and even donkeys scattered in the miles around the tiny home that sits along the wild, rocky terrain of the Mark Twain National Forest.
I get that it’s a news article and quoting is selective, but I wouldn’t be surprised if thanks went to God first and foremost. Maybe only later (if that) would the dad thank the volunteers and rescue workers.
Why can’t people give credit where it is really due? (And what would have happened if the boy died? Would that be God’s doing? Doubtful.)
(Thanks to Chamonix for the link!)