THE LIGHT WAS ON
I was gone with some churchmen to Grand Junction. My wife was home with our girls, ages 2 and 4. She was in the kitchen when there was a knock at the door at about 10:30 p.m. With great caution and fear she opened the door. She saw the face of a frightened nine year old boy. He said that his father was beating up his mother and asked Connie if she would call the police. Of course she did, as well as bring the boy in to comfort him. He told a sad story of regularly being locked in a closet while his father would beat his mother. But this night he had escaped the closet and the mother screamed for him to get help. My wife asked why he chose to come to our house. His response that when he came outside that everything was black, but that he could see that our light was on. He said…
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