Something to think about

Over lunch today, a friend and I chatted briefly about the greyhound bus murder case. She mentioned that in the local paper, it was reported that the attacker's only words in court have been "Please, kill me." "What do you do with people like that?" my friend asked me, baffled and frustrated. My only answer to that question was, "They need help." But, who is to help them? In situations like these, it is hard to want to do anything to help the what seems to be people without hope of recovering, or people who have done something so horrific that you are hesitant to even help them out. But isn't a life still a life, precious and created by God himself? And isn't it true that no situation is inherently hopeless with God? On the bus today, two "shady looking" people got on. I found myself wishing they neither of them would end up sitting beside me, amongst other negative thoughts I was having about them. Then, a voice in my head told me that a life is a life, and to God all human beings are equal in his eyes (and loved by him unconditionally). If the almighty God of the universe feels this way about us, how can we judge others as worse than ourselves?