One morning my husband got up and left to go to work. I did not get up with him as I had worked very late the night before.
As I laid dozing in our bed a man jimmied the window to our apartment open, cut the phone line, found a knife and came into the bedroom...
That morning I became a victim of a violent crime. The neighbors in the other apartments had left for work too and I had to find my way to the payphone to call for help.
Today if I heard the man who had serial raped several dozen women & girls was dying in prison...I would wish him peace and the ability to believe in things bigger than himself. Would I want him released? NO. But I can find room for his soul, if he can find room for Jesus.
Tough but true, EMH, God bless and continually heal you.