As I listened to those words come out of her mouth, I became quite ashamed and worried at the same time.
The cry of His heart . . .
We don't tell lies but find ourselves singing it every now and then when we raise our hands in worship with absent hearts.
Before people could see things on a microscopic level, I wonder what they must have thought about the existence of germs. If we can't see them with our eyes then are they really there?