There’s a story about a young child who lay in hospital dying of cancer, withering away to
nothing. Her family was devastated. Friends came, from church, from work...and tried to offer
solace. They tried but could only come up with unhelpful little sayings that didn’t begin to touch
the pain the family felt. And then a man from the church came.
He walked into the hospital room, didn’t say a word, sat down beside the girl, as a few members
of the family gathered...and he wept. He
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