"God's love is perfect love. It drives out fear, it doesn't expect anything in return..." It's so easy to worry more about protecting ourselves and our families from grief than the fact that a child may die without ever having been loved, and belonged to a family, or heard the gospel from the lips of loving parents who care about his never-dying soul. My heart is shattered daily, I tell you. :(
Can we love the broken, dying, rebellious, forgotten? Who will we allow ourselves to love?