Every day, on my way to and from work, I pass a house where unspeakable horror dwelled until one act of desperation drove the demon to another location in a young girl's private hell. The local District Attorney decried the deplorable conditions of the house and urged it to be condemned. It is now being disassembled....all that remains is a pile of broken wood and twisted metal. Soon it will be nothing but a bare empty lot.
I wonder though about the condition of the new home where the demon now resides. It is always the most innocent who are forced to share quarters with the evil that lives in the hearts of those who gave birth to them. Now that heart no longer beats and the innocent one is left alone to wrestle the demon even the older one could not seem to tame.
Hate the sin....but love the sinner. That's what we are commanded to do. Love is the ultimate weapon. But I saw her wounded eyes as I passed by in my car on the way to my safe, warm home on more than a few occasions. What would I have done if I knew then the source of her sad expression? Love is patient and kind.....but her patience wore thin when no one came to her aid.Evil flourishes when good men do nothing. Is she bitter now? Does she hate the world for letting her down? Can you blame her for any of that?
So now the walls of her physical hell have been torn down as if that will make everything better.Home is where the heart is though so her emotional hell is still intact. Can she ever escape it? Will someone love her enough to stand beside her as she battles the demon that was bequeathed to her?
So many souls live in darkness. Some by chance....some by choice. Love, bearing the gift of truth, can light the way. Truth, like a hand from heaven, is what will build a new home. Is that a choice you can pass a chance on?
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