story.

no words.

My friend Jon and I were out in Coquitlam once, and we drove past this guy's farm.

We both got so nauseous, we had to book it and fast.

For me, though, it was more than nausea, more than a sick feeling, knowing what had happened to so many women only feet away from where I was. I felt sick in my spirit. So deep, so deeply repulsed.

And then to think, that my Jesus, my saviour, my Lord -- he died for this man, too.

It's a silence...