The Love of Many Will Grow Cold
I feel it sometimes. Cold, heartless evil. It’s all around. It’s dark and ugly. It’s chill penetrates to the bone. I felt the cold when I heard of the murder of twenty children and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary School. I feel it when I read about ISIS beheading and crucifying Christians. The darkness draws close with countless other events reported on the nightly news.
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