When my sister Tricia was three years old,
she got in an argument with Heather, another three-year-old.
They were on the stoop outside our front door,
and Heather, well, Heather pushed Tricia down.
Tricia was shocked that Heather would resort to such brutality,
and she immediately got up, came into the house,
and told all of us about the injustice
that she had just experienced .
“Heather pushed me down,” she said.
And she kept repeating those words
into the next day, into the next week, even into the next months.
- Luke 6:24 - 36