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[libertyfran]

In the New York Times Magazine, Nancy V. Raine
told a story she heard twenty-five years from a friend named George.

In those days, work crews marked construction sites by putting out
smudge pots with open flames. George's four-year-old daughter got
too close to one and her pants caught fire like the Straw Man's
stuffing. The scars running the length and breadth of Sarah's legs
looked like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. In the third grade, she was
asked, "If you could have one wish, what would it be?" Sarah wrote:
"I want everyone to have legs like mine."

THOUGHT: When we suffer pain, we want others to understand. We want others to be like us so they can identify with us. We don't want to be alone. God does understand. When Jesus became a man, he did something far more difficult than having legs like Sarah's. (C. Larson)