COMFORT FOR MOURNERS
When Dad came home from work each day, he was nearly always greeted in the front yard by his only child, Mark. But on one particular day, it was different. Mark was nowhere to be seen as Dad drove up to the house. Expecting to find Mark just inside the front door, Dad hurried up the sidewalk. He only noticed Mark’s absence. He began calling Mark in several areas of the house, but each call was followed by silence. Then Dad noticed that Mom was in the back yard, chatting with one of the neighbors. In his anxiety, he rudely interrupted them with a “Where’s Mark?” She casually replied, “I don’t know where he is.” “What-do-you-mean-you-don’t-know-where-he-is?” he fired back. But before he got to questioning her fitness as a mother, she interrupted: “Honey, I don’t know where he is, but I know who he’s with. Your parents have taken him out for the afternoon.” Dad began to calm immediately when he…
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