Our whole family was terribly saddened yesterday by news of the death of[1] Steve Irwin, the crocodile hunter. It seems rather bizarre that he was killed by an animal that rarely kills. [2] The Common Room states that
“there have only been 17 known fatal sting ray deaths worldwide.”

One of the best places on the web is [3] Kim’s Coffee and a Muffin site. If you need help with your homemaking skills, as I do, then you will want to check out her site. All that to say I am not picking on Kim, just thinking out loud.

Here is what she posted yesterday: “May the children all over the world who idolized him learn from this hard lesson.” I don’t disagree with Kim but I had never really thought of it that way and I know my boys haven’t. Steve seemed to be a family man who took risks. In these times when even heterosexual males are fretting over what color to wear, Steve seemed to be a breath of fresh air. I didn’t get a chance to watch him very often so I don’t know how foolish he actually was. It doesn’t seem like he was being especially foolish yesterday.

At any rate, I know that Kim and I will both be praying for his family, that, perhaps, God might grant them grace.