When I see Debbie Macomber in every store everywhere, I think, wow, I wish I could be passionate about something as innocuous as knitting.  You know, something that speaks to the nicer side of life, but I have to admit, that's not where my interests are.

I'm fascinated by "Woman at the Well" stories.  Like what would make an overachieving perfectionist like Paula Broadwell risk everything for some sleazy affair? I know there was the whole Benghazi coverup too -- I don't really believe the CIA didn't know Petraeus was having an affair all along, but seriously, why?  There's no logic in it.n She had a loving husband, two small children, a successful career...for HIM???

I want to fix her at her core and smack her upside the head.  The lure of that kind of power is so hypnotic.  I think about the young Monica Lewinsky and how her whole life was ruined by a stupid decision.   I have a desire to redeem these women for God, and I got to thinking, what if you were accused of this kind of vile behavior, but you were innocent.

However, there was too much power to fight the accusions.  Justice is such an innate human desire and yet, we love to think we're all the brother who stayed home.  We're not the Prodigal.  We're not the woman at the well.  But on God's ruler, we are no better.  We are not righteous without Him.  I think that's why I'm so drawn to the darker themes. Jesus died for all of us.  Not just the "good" folks.

It's very easy for us to pass judgment, isn't it?