What then?

Should I write something? What if I'm not in the mood or my spirits are low? What then? Oh well I will try to cheer up and give it a go.

A quick look at a handful of Ushaw Moor families in 1911 did not turn out to be doctor's orders: It just made me feel worse. Edward Winstanley's family in Ladysmith Terrace had experienced the death of five children by the time of the census. James Clark's family in nearby Bannerman Terrace had lost three and his near neighbours, the Clark's, had also lost three. And on it goes. Well actually quite a few Ushaw Moor households had not experienced the death of children by the time of the census and it is a relief to establish that.

Now I must go up five gears and announce, courtesy of Sam Harris, that in 2011 it was calculated that nine million young children under the age of five die every year on our blue dot in the universe.

So what is God or god doing about it, or going to do about it?  Either he/she/it/ cannot do anything about it, or will not. It's a disappointment. Blimey, what if God is dead or does not exist? 

What then? 

WB