“REJOICE WITH ME, THIS, MY SON WAS . . .”

Jesus’ parable still holds true today, in countless families and individuals.

Some people get to experience the joyful ending, with the words,

“This, my son, was lost and is found—was dead and is alive.”

However, we have proudly added an atrocious distortion, publicly—

“Rejoice with me, for this, my son, was alive, and is now dead—was created, and is now destroyed.”

So sad, so wicked, so many people in places of prominence, actually take pride in rejoicing over the death of our babies who were alive, and are now dead.

With no remorse—with no apology—with no satisfaction—with never enough—with insatiable, religious fervor demanding more and more of the same.

We forget the ending—BUT GOD . . . !

I just read a remembrance article by George Faithful from January 27, 2015.

I typed in “their blood cries out from the ground” and clicked on OUPblog.