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I cringe to think of how desensitized we've become to the state of human affairs. People lose their lives tragically, fall like flies around us. We express brief shock and continue our callous and superficial lives; unmoved, unconcerned that a life has been lost, the breath removed permanently from their earthen vessels, returned to the earth to become as one again with the ground upon which we trod.
Life goes on...Then I get it! We don't care about death because we don't care about life. We don't care about life because we don't care about God. We don't care about God because we don't know God. We can't know God because we refuse to believe that he loves us. We can't know how much he loves us if we don't believe that he sent Jesus (His only son) to suffer for our sins...and the cycle continues...
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