29 Monday Sep 2014
Tags
child abuse, Christian, christianity, compassion, complex ptsd, God, Love, PTSD, trauma
(an e-mail I sent to my pastor in response to the sermon he gave today. Regarding something he talked about that made me think on the word – compassion.)
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I want to say more about the word “love”. I just don’t care much for that word. It’s been bandied about too much. Like an old wad of crumpled duct tape. It’s kind of useless anymore.
I love potato chips (?)
I mean. Come on!
But – compassion….
Love is the answer - now what's your question?
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