I heard this report on NPR last night, as I calmly painted in my bright, well-lit studio, amidst color and paint and the creativity of others.
And I wept.
And wondered, how? Why? Why does this happen and continue to happen? How can God bear the anguish of our humanity and our inhumanity. What would I have done? How does forgiveness of others and ourselves happen?
How many other stories are out there that need to be told?
We need a Savior. We have a Savior. Beyond that, I simply don't know what to say. Perhaps a wordless prayer for Shin, for his captors and fellow prisoners, for me that my heart would be truly compassionate towards those who suffer.
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