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Like unsuspecting characters in an Agatha Christie novel, we are all witnesses to the commission of a murder still in progress, carried out in slow motion. It is happening so slowly, and its ongoing occurrence is so protracted, so pervasive, and so familiar that we haven’t sensed the magnitude of the violence being done or the loss we’re incurring.
I was startled to read Doug Mainwaring’s analysis of the many ways in which unconditional love is being stripped from our society, our families, our children. But I don’t think it has been happening so slowly. It’s just that we haven’t been paying attention to how quickly it has been eating away at our hearts.The victim is unconditional love. All of us are witnesses. Most of us are guilty.
The Death of Unconditional Love