"Does anybody really care?" Do you hear it? That's the cry of the lost soul—and it's all around us. "Will someone please help me?" "Can anyone tell me that life is worth living?" "Please love me and accept me just the way I am!"
Rarely do we hear the cry spoken. But we see it in the depths of the eyes of the mother living next door who is wondering if her husband will come home tonight. It is painted across the face of the child who woke up this morning not knowing if there will be food on the table. It echoes in the silence of the young 17-year-old on her way to the clinic to abort her second child. read more