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Pray for Aleppo
My heart is heavy tonight. Go on social media and search for Aleppo. The scale of death and destruction is hard to fathom, but at the end of the day, its individual lives, parent pulling the limp bodies of children out of the rubble, children who saw parents and loved one shot.
We all respond to a terrorist attack in Paris or Orlando with an outpouring of love, as we should. How about the tens of thousands in Aleppo? Do we not also cry for these innocent lives?
I went close to the Syrian border this year and met with Syrian refugees, like the kind, sweet boy in this picture that I took. He told me of the death and destruction, drew a picture for me, and yet I did so little to stop the continued carnage. I stand convicted. I'm sorry Mohammed.
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