Repost from Cornerstone West LA. Between the SBC report and Robb Elementary this week, it feels surreal to be safely sitting on my couch watching Beauty and the Beast with my nine-year-old daughter. She’s home sick with a cold, not Covid. Not Covid, a caveat I find myself offering now, which is both a praise and a nod to the suffering of this present age. She shields her eyes from the fright of Belle’s father discovered intruding by the Beast, and all I can think about is how innocent she still seems. She’s not been on Twitter this week. She hasn’t read any of the news reports. I marvel that my tiny child has made it so many years hearing nothing of sexual abuse nor elementary school shootings. By the time I was her age, I had already experienced evils that she doesn’t even know exist. Read more.