Who is it that can truly believe that God has forsaken them?
We were touring at the Church of the Sepulcher in Jerusalem when a family of Italian looking ultra-dressed adults entered, and reverentially bowed, genuflected and prayed.
"Who were these people and what had they done that they felt the need of such a pilgrimage?" I wondered with all my preconceptions and prejudices.
Whatever they had done; whatever they were doing, they still had hope in God, in the Son of God who had died with so much grace that He had more than enough to share with them.
From my tourist eyes, I could see no dispair in any of them, only the hopefulness of supplicants before a renowned benefactor.
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