Thursday, August 6, 2009

I want to see

... kites flying in the air over Gaza, not missiles and bombs.

My oldest son is 11. When I see stories like this, I don't know whether to cry out in anger or grief, but the tears flow freely regardless, and I'm in a public place. Societies are judged by how they treat their most vulnerable, and how they treat the dead.

Let us pray for a future with a lot more kites.

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