Most people are familiar with the poem of "Footprints", and the usual reaction is a favorable one, "I really like that."
I disagree.
The end of the poem says that the Good Lord was present, actually carrying the individual at the lowest part of his/her life. That is the warm fuzzy-ending that makes everyone happy. Note that I am not disputing it. I have been carried many times, probably more than I know.
One thing is missing: how is the individual carried?
I suspect most people would envision a warm envelopment between a loving parent and child. I can easily see a father's hug shielding his child from the world. He carries his child effortlessly. He comforts his child, assuring that his child is protected. No harm will come. No hurt. His child is loved. His child needs to know nothing more, but His love.
My experience is radically different.
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