A holy monk was on a hilltop praying, and far below he could see people walking along a country lane: an old soldier in a tattered uniform, stumbling along on one leg, a haggard mother old before her time, staggering under the weight of her dying child, a young man, bloodied by robbers, falling to the ground and not getting up. Looking down on this terrible parade of life and death, the holy man cried out in anguish, “O God! How can you let this suffering go on? Why don’t you do something about it?”
His words echoed in the silence. And then he heard God whisper, “My son, I have done something about it. I made you!”
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So pray, everyone........someone is hurting more than you are!
Love conquers all things!
Thank you, Salvation for this and your earlier post.