He turned and asked, “Now?”
“Why? With every earthquake, flood, famine, I weep without ceasing.”
“With every tear shed, every drop of blood spilled, every child that dies before her time–my heart sinks further. The abyss of sorrow within me just keeps deepening.”
“So why don’t we stop it all now, and finally make all things new?”
“With every second we wait, every breath we give, we give them all another chance to experience grace, love, -what they’re truly seeking.”
“Yes, but isn’t the cost too high?
“Not so, for I love them beyond their wildest dreams. I’m going to risk everything and wait.”
“My word will not return to me empty;
But it will accomplish that which I have purposed,
and prosper in that for which I sent it.”
“What have you purposed?”
“To bring all of them home.”
- Byte of wisdom
"...you've gotta take stock / and you've gotta take your lumps / or else they trickle down / into someone else's cup below..."
-David Bazan, "People"