We read the stories and what it does is make us angry. So angry that we shut down and go limp. The Sunday school answers aren't good enough. They're just not good enough.

The cruelest thing we suffer cannot match the suffering that could have been ours. If only we were born in a different place.

And what do I know? Maybe you have seen things and endured things and done things that I cannot imagine. But do I have to be able to imagine to be horrified that there are things so dark, so dark, so dark.

How do you wake up and live when life is what it is? When there is no solace and no comfort? It makes me so glad there's a hell for those who make others bleed. And it makes me so scared that the people who hurt people are the ones who were hurt.

God brought forth Adam and Eve when they were grown, but He brings us forth as babies without defense, without help, naked like pigs. Suffering eats at our souls. When suffering and injustice cut us too many times we stop healing. Where is the retribution? Where is the salvation? And who are we to ask? We are too afraid to know what is out there. We are too terrified to seek the answer. We don't even believe.

So how can I even start to pray?

Your kingdom come? Your will be done? What does it mean? What does it mean?