I've never been very good at feasting on the daily newspaper. It turns bitter in my mouth. And yet, this is my world. This face of suffering I must embrace as a part of my responsibility. Part of the feast is becoming aware of the world that is mine. Part of the feast is owning this broken world as my own brokenness.
Forgiveness is a funny thing. It warms the heart and cools the sting.
Sweet is made sweeter after we eat something bitter.