I, too, stood on the sacred image. For a moment this foot was on his face… Even now that face is looking at me with eyes of pity from the plaque rubbed flat by many feet. ‘Trample!’ said those compassionate eyes. ‘Trample! Your foot suffers in pain; it must suffer like all the feet that have stepped on this plaque. But that pain alone is enough. I understand your pain and your suffering. It is the reason that I am here.’
‘Lord, I resent your silence.’
‘I was not silent. I suffered beside you.’
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