My one son just doesn’t understand.  The one whose thoughts and feelings always run deep.  This one who found someone he really looked up to…someone he really thought cared about him.  And none of it makes sense to him.  How could it?  It doesn’t even make sense to me.  He does his best to hide his hurt, but it’s there.  The tears that make his eyes glisten, but never quite spill down.  The questions that reveal a wrestling, a desperation to know how this good man – these good men – could knowingly cause us pain, knowingly cause him pain.  I don’t have answers.  So I tell him I don’t know.  I tell him everybody fails.  I tell him we need to love them anyway.  I tell him God is still good.  What else can I say?