A week ago Friday, my friends and I awoke to find our backpacks (with our money, cell phones, identification, etc.) missing from the condo in which we were spending a few days of rest and relaxation at the beach.
To be robbed is to know that the world is in disrepair.
And that brings pain of another sort:
Money and plastic cards can be replaced but
The loss of innocence again and again is a humbling hurtful happening
Reminding us that the ecstasy of having been in a Garden of Eden
Surrounded by love and God's presence
Is indeed irreplaceable.