not my words but i echo them

i was there and i felt like i swallowed 100 pounds of lead. I walked for 4 hrs in and around the dump. knee deep putrescent water and pushing major bush. terrified that we might find a key, or some lip gloss, or some bit of clothing that would show that Jennifer Catcheway and Amber McFarland was here. i am sick, i am disgusted, i am terrified and ask the question what place must the church play in all this?

This is off Nathan Weselakes blog but i echo it word for word!

"We were watching the front end loader sift through the garbage and watching so closely. I am so glad we did not find my baby in there."

- Bernice Catcheway (mother of missing girl Jennifer)

I was 5 feet away as she looked at the camera and told this story - trying to make sure the media was not ambushing her. They weren't. She was willing to talk. And what she said sits like a stone in my stomach.

Spent the day at PAC, as for the second week end in a row our facility hosted the search and rescue operations for Jennifer Catcheway and Amber McFarland.

Lots of thoughts as I watched the best in humanity try to combat the worst.

But after half an hour of sitting here trying to write something comforting or wise - I'd even settle for appropriate - nothing.

You can't write a groan but you can hope its heard.