The more I read and think

on what is happening in the case of Terri Schiavo, I feel like God's heart must be breaking.

How much must He love us, a creation that is willing and glad to do such things to each other?!


There just aren't words for this...I'm heart-sick and I don't know what to do about it.

UPDATE: I don't have words, but Charmaine Yoest does.

It must have been quite a burden for the prehistoric cliff dwellers to care for a crippled child. Climbing was an essential part of their lives; and their lives were consumed with survival in a way we cannot imagine except through visiting a dig. They certainly had easy ways to dispose of inconvenient people -- the cliffs loomed.

Yet still, they sat in the dirt and lovingly crafted a crutch.

How is it possible that these pre-historic people were more civilized in this than we?