I won’t pretend I know what lies at the heart of the inarticulateness that seems to plague us all when we stand in the presence of suffering. My hope is that the great dis-ease our mumbled words express lodges itself in the heart of God, who, beneath it all, I think we’re really seeking in such times. Derek Penwell blogs about Suffering, Sorrow, and Being Nine Years-Old — [D]mergent ow.ly/x0mzS
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