If cleanliness is next to godliness, forgiveness is the real thing–God-ness. Anguish produces nasty bedfellows–the kind that assault your positive intentions and turn your pain to innuendos. Malice replaces fear of death. Blame is passed around like a snack for anyone hungry for fortification of blind belief.

When accosted with tactics of terrible debasement we must not just consider the source, but also the tragedy faced. “Judge and you shall be judged.” But that isn’t important to me. I don’t judge. I just love hope and care.

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