There were times in my past when my Lord took everything away — but I understood later that it was so that I might see that He is all I ever need. I have not the wherewithal to understand, though, how it might be that how a saint could pray for those who are murdering him; and it most probably will be that I will never comprehend such actions. But I have in my mind that I would like to. Perhaps only to appreciate them in a more or less cerebral fashion, like Salieri in the movie Amadeus was the only one who could see how Mozart’s music was touched by God — appreciate without the corresponding jealousy, I would hope. I know it is not mine to understand how the Son of God took upon Himself the sins of an entire world, but perhaps the saints, perhaps they are human enough for me to digest what a heart is capable of. In my own story, my Lord eventually returned everything to me that He had taken, and more, made me stronger for having done without…. Maybe that little bit, I get.