This is the image I remember most.
I got this copy of WORLD Magazine, saw the cover, and burst into tears. Again.
The agony of suffering is etched on that young daughter's (?) face, and it is etched into my soul.
I will never forget. I cannot believe that our children were not even a twinkle in our eyes. But I will do my best that they never "forget," either.
There are evildoers in this world. The Great Dragon thrashes around still, but he will be subdued under the feet of the King of kings and Lord of lords one day. His head has been crushed, but his fangs still bite. We all felt the sting on that September day.
One day death will have no sting.
Maranatha. "Come quickly, Lord Jesus."