My eyes scanned the newspaper headlines in a hurry yesterday. As usual, most of it was bad news. Economic decline, crime sprees, overseas discord, and on and on. As I flipped through the first few pages, my eyes fell on a smallish, black and white photo tucked neatly away on page 8a. The photograph left me transfixed. In it, the child’s head seemed twice …
Comfort During Trials
When people are touched by heartache, why is it that sometimes we’re at a loss for words? Is it because we don’t care? (I’m sure that’s not true.) Can’t empathize? (Perhaps not, but we can try.) Bogged down in complacency? (Possibly, because our own lives still go on.) I think, also, it must be because we are truly in awe of the circumstances; sometimes, there …