Tuesday, June 12, 2007


He weeps for her, my friends.

He does not laugh, as so many have done at her expense lately. He weeps. His precious daughter cries out in her fear, calling for her mother. And He weeps.

And as a shepherd leaves the other ninety-nine to look for the one lost, so He searches for her.

I do not keep up with the news so much anymore, but the story of the lonely heiress has captured my heart lately, in a way that has surprised me.

You see, I laughed at her.

And the moment I did, I felt His sadness. Oh, Beloved.

(To read more, visit CWO's Internet Cafe for my post, Schadenfreude)
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