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There is such a bigger life outside all that I presume to know... trial by fire... service of deed to show faithfulness... death because of demand... while all that goes on around may seem what is often misunderstood... one should never presume to understand without walking in those shoes... we pray why do innocent suffer... and yet those who grieve do so because of loss... others grieve because of the most awful nature of the act... yet there is a willingness to die on either side... because of faith in the program itself... we can pretend and just hope we are not annihilated... may God grant us each the courage for the coming day...

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