What a timely post, of words that needed to be said and heard!
Lord, are you there? I remember asking that question as a child. Are You there? Are You real, or a figment of my imagination? When I was about ten or eleven years old, I saw a dead body. I had never seen a dead body before. She was in her early to mid twenties, we were told. And her body had been dumped over a bridge not very far from our house. We didn’t know her; had never seen her before. I later heard she was from the southern part of the island, had also been killed there. That image of her lying at the foot of that bridge will forever be seared in my brain (and now yours too, sorry about that). But I remember thinking, “You could have stopped it from happening, Lord. Why didn’t You? Where were You, Lord?”
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