In which secrets are lies

I'm so sad right now. But I can't say why because it's not supposed to be general information yet. When we were in Florida, someone -- don't remember who it was -- was whispering something to someone else and someone saw this happening and they said "Secrets are lies." If keeping this secret made it a lie, I would gladly keep it forever.

I'm reminded of this song today . . .

I had a dream last night saw heaven open wide
You were right there by the Father's side
Makes me happy realizin' that you're there with Him
Set free from this life of sin
The vain pleasures and lies
I know we all gotta die
There's no question in my mind still wonderin' why
He had to take you so soon when you was so young
Your life ended before it begun . . .

On to some of my own pathetic poetry . . .

Hands in his pockets
Carefree gait
Knapsack slung carelessly

Plain to see he was off for a weekend

But he didn't take much
He must have known
There wouldn't be time to study.

Gone . . . never to return.

I guess this info was on the news and somehow, they figured that no one watches the news and we wouldn't find out until they chose to inform us of it. It seems as if the strategy was effective. I only know because my pastor talked about it in church today. I was thinking . . . my pastor always, always talks about stuff that's happening in the community. I was wondering why. It makes it seem as if we're one of those churches that is preoccupied with social needs. But if you think about it, we're not. We just care. A lot. Man, I feel bad for Ben right now . . . It's not going to be fun trying to tell his boys.
~MK