What words would adequately capture the depravity of an individual that could take the life of a child and leave the small, lifeless body under an old blanket at the end of a dirt road in rural Maine?  What pain and suffering did this young child endure, not only in the last hours of his life, but for the greater part of it? As sad as it is to imagine, I have to assume that his premature death was at the hands of someone who was supposed to love him, someone he loved and trusted and it was the culmination of a history of abuse that will wrench at our hearts in the days to come.

I don’t arrive at this supposition lightly.  It’s been 3 days since they found his small body and they have yet to identify him.  Worse, no one has claimed him, nor reported him missing.  No aunts, no uncles?  No grandparents, no mother, father or stepparent?  Did no one love this child?  Authorities are doing what they can to identity him, creating computer images to help generate leads, describing his clothes right down to his “Lightning McQueen” sneakers.   We’re told he was 3 feet, 8 inches tall, weighed 45 pounds, had blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.

He still had his baby teeth.

Who is this child? Please don't let him be buried as John Doe.

I hope they identify him quickly so we can say our prayers for him and call him something other than a little John Doe as we must now.  Even though God knows very well whom we’re talking about.

And I hope that sooner than later, we can find out what kind of human takes the life of a 4-year-old child and dumps the body on a muddy, rural dirt road as if it was so much refuse.  Identify the monsters that walk among us as quickly as possible.  And punish them accordingly.