One of the things that really seems strange to me is the things Sea has learned “in the system.”

He complains a lot.  Gets irrationally angry.  Leaves out chunks of his story.  For most people the part he will leave out most consistently is the part about his devastating behavior, his abuse of children.

He tells me a story about anger based on entitlement–what he deserves.  When he lived with us this was most often expressed as “not fair.”  I don’t believe in fair, but I do believe in justice.

He seems to have a warped perspective about everything and I marvel at the darkness of his heart.

Then I remember the woman who was sick for 18 years, the man who was lame for 38, the dead man called forth, the power of the Cross.

I pray for a miracle for my son.