Just watched Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. Fun little flick. Even so, there's something in me that responds viscerally when seeing children in jeopardy, to a surprising degree. Upon reflection, it's a bit less surprising, and it doesn't get in the way, but it doesn't go away, either.
Saw a quote in literaryquotes earlier this week that struck a chord (yes, I lurk, but no sense in linking the whole entry—the source is sketchy, and comments on the entry are below juvenile):
We all want a spiritual father. Whatever the circumstances of your life or family, whatever strong fathers you have in your life, we all want a spiritual father. We want someone who will stand for what is difficult and right, what is impossible but true. We are human, and so we don't always want to live by the truth or be governed by it. But we are grateful when someone stands for it.
—Peggy Noonan, John Paul the Great
Along the same lines, John's sermon from Sunday hit close to home, about how God allows our bad choices and even our rejection of Him in favor of our own ways to cover our weakness and vulnerability. And into this mess He sends a King who gives instead of taking, who frees instead of enslaving. That's on my heart a lot lately.