The Dance of Life
I've always believed that in this life- there is a battle raging -between good and evil, between right and wrong. It doesn't seem to matter how much faith we have or how much good we do-or even how hard we try-all of us, at one time or another-fall prey to an intangible force that slowly, carefully and methodically moves to devour its victims. We see the human wreckage all the time in the vast landscape of violence--physical, emotional and verbal. The weapon of words often cut deepest, scarring and sometimes mutilating the very dignity of the human person. The walking wounded wander aimlessly through life... haunted by insecurity and fear...feeling worthless and betrayed. It doesn't seem to matter how much faith we have or how much good we do-sometimes bad things happen. Sometimes things are out of our control. Sometimes, trying to control, we make bad choices. And sometimes-more often than not-we pick ouselves up, wipe the worry from our faces, put one foot in front of th...