What a pitiful state they were in! Their skin was covered with rashes where the uncomfortable sackcloth irritated it. I peeked in some of their windows and saw people weeping. I can tell because this house is different than every other house I’ve passed. How do I know I’m at the right place? There is no address. If you have an ounce of integrity, if you have any faith in Christ, if you have any feeling in your heart for souls beyond yourself, read this despite the discomfort. Reading this will be (and should be) VERY uncomfortable for you. The only way I can do this justice is by telling you a story that describes that. I am trying to help you understand where I am, why I’m here, how I feel, and who did this to me.
You are very familiar with parables and stories.
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