Chapter 12 the justice is here

Whoever would volunteer to be a judge of truth and knowledge would be annihilated by the laughter of the gods. einstein Oh, prepare my soul for someone who knows how to ask. Eliot (Annotation: T.S. Eliot (1888︱1965), American poet, playwright, literary critic, later naturalized as British, representative as "The Wasteland".) McCann follows the trail that winds past the falls and away from the lake, passing through a thick cedar grove that ends in less than five minutes.The path led him directly to a rock face, where a door was vaguely outlined, barely perceptible on the surface.Obviously he should go in, so he hesitantly reached out and pushed, and his hand actually went through, as if the wall didn't exist.McCann continued to move forward cautiously until he passed the solid stone outer wall of what appeared to be a mountain wall.It was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything.

He took a deep breath, stretched his hands forward, boldly took a few small steps into the ink-colored darkness, and stopped again.Fear took hold of him, and he struggled to keep his breath, unsure if he should move on.His stomach tightened, and he felt it again, and the great pain fell on his shoulders, and the heavy weight of the whole suit almost suffocated him.He tried desperately to get back into the light outside, but he finally believed that Jesus didn't send him here for nothing, so he kept pushing. From broad daylight into darkness so deep, his eyes slowly recovered from the shock, and after a minute it was enough to adjust to the darkness, and he could see a winding passage to the left.As he walked down the passage, the light from the rear entrance faded, replaced by a glimmer of light reflected on a wall somewhere ahead.

Less than a hundred feet later, the tunnel swerved sharply to the left, and McCann found himself standing on the edge of what he thought was a large cave, which at first glance seemed to be nothing but a vast empty space.The illusion was magnified by the only source of light that existed, a hazy radiance that surrounded him but dissipated in every direction within ten feet.Beyond that, he could see nothing but darkness.The air there felt heavy and oppressive, with a chill that was overwhelming.He looked down and was relieved when he saw the faint reflection on the ground. The ground was not the dirt and rocks of the tunnel, but smooth and dark like a waxed mica stone floor.

He took a brave step forward and found the halo moving with him, slightly illuminating the area ahead.Feeling more confident, he began to walk slowly and deliberately in the direction in front of him, focusing on the floor, fearing that it might fall down at any moment.McCann stared at his feet so intently that he bumped into something in front of him and almost fell. It was a chair, a comfortable looking wooden chair, with nothing around it.McCann quickly decided to sit and wait.As soon as he sat down, the light that had assisted him continued forward, as if he was still walking.Straight ahead, he could now make out a huge ebony table, empty of any object.When the light converged on one point, he jumped up and finally saw her.Behind the desk sat a tall, handsome, bronze-skinned woman with chiseled Spaniard features, dressed in smooth dark robes.She sat upright and dignified, like a judge of a high court.She is blindingly beautiful.

She is beauty.he thought.Possesses the ultimate beauty that no one can achieve with all their efforts.In the low light, it was difficult to see the shape of her face because her hair and gown shaped and blended into her features.Her eyes sparkle like portals to a vast, starry night sky, reflecting unknown sources of light within her body. He dared not speak for fear that his voice would be swallowed by the intensity of emotion focused on her.He thought to himself: I am Mickey Mouse who wants to talk to Pavarotti.The thought made him smile.And somehow, as if sharing the simple joy of this grotesque image, she smiled at him too, and the surroundings immediately brightened remarkably.This alone makes McCann understand that he is expected and welcomed here.She looked eerily familiar, as if he had known her before, or glimpsed her somewhere in the past, only he knew he had never actually seen or known her before.

Can I ask, please allow me I mean, who are you?McCann spoke clumsily, feeling that his voice sounded like Mickey Mouse, leaving almost no trace in the silent room, but lingering like an echoing shadow. She turned a deaf ear to his question.Do you understand why you are here?Her voice was like a breeze blowing dust, gently guiding his question outside.McCann could almost feel her words raining down on his head, melting down his spine, sending wonderful vibrations through his body.He shivered and decided he didn't want to talk anymore.He only wanted her to talk, to him or to anyone, as long as he was there.But she waited.

You know, McCann said softly, his voice suddenly so thick and resonant that he wanted to look behind him to see who was talking.He just knew he was telling the truth and it sounded like the truth.I'm clueless, he added, fumbling again and looking down at the floor.No one told me. Well, McKinsey.Allen.Philip, she laughed, making him look up quickly.I am here to help you.If the rainbow had a sound, or the growth of a flower had a sound, it must be like her laugh.It was a flood of light, an invitation to talk, and McCann giggled along with her, even inexplicably. There was another silence shortly after, and her face, though still kindly, took on the intensity of emotion, as if she could peer deep into him, beyond pretense and appearance, into places little or never mentioned.

Today is a very serious day with very serious consequences.She paused, as if to add weight to the already heavy words.McKinsey, you're here in part because of your kids, but you're also here because My child?McCann interrupted.What do you mean, I'm here because of my kid? McKenzie, you love your child the way your biological father could never have loved you and your sister. Of course I love my kids.Every parent loves their child.McCann asserted.But why does it have anything to do with me being here? In some sense, every parent does love their child, she responded, ignoring his second question.But you should know that some parents are too weak to love their children well, and some parents are almost incapable of loving their children at all.But you, you do love your children very hard.

I have learned a lot from Xiaona. We know, but you did learn, didn't you? I think so. Among the myriad mysteries of broken humanity, that's also a pretty remarkable one: a willingness to learn and a willingness to change.She is as calm as a windless sea.So McKinsey, may I ask which of your kids you love the most? McCann smiled inwardly.As the children reported one by one, he pondered the answer to this question.I have no preference for any of my children.I love each of them in different ways.He said, choosing his words carefully. Explain it to me, McKinsey.she said with interest.

Oh, each of my children is unique.That one-of-a-kind and special personal quality elicits a unique response from me.McCann sat back in his chair.I remember that after the birth of Daqiang, I was deeply fascinated by the wonder of this little life, and even worried that I might not have the energy left to love the second child.But when Taylor was born, he seemed to bring me a special gift, a new ability to love him especially.Thinking of this, it's like Dad said she likes someone very much.When I think of each of my children individually, I find that I love each one of them very much. Well said, McKinsey!Her admiration was audible, but then she leaned forward a little, her voice still soft, but serious.What about when they're bad, or when their choices aren't what you want them to be, or when they're just rough and aggressive?What about when they embarrass you in front of other people?How does that affect your love for them?

McCann answered slowly and carefully.Honestly, it doesn't matter.Even though Kate doesn't believe it at times, he knows he's telling the truth.I admit it does affect me, and sometimes I feel ashamed or angry, but even when they are misbehaving, they are still my children.They are still Josh or Kate, and that will never change.Their actions may affect my self-esteem, but not my love for them. She sat back with a big smile on her face.McKinsey, you are wise about the ways of true love.So many people believe that love will grow, but in fact, cognition will grow, and love just expands to accommodate cognition.Love is just the skin of knowing.McKinsey, you love your children and you get to know them thoroughly with a wonderful true love. McCann bowed his head a little uncomfortable with her compliments.Oh thanks, but I'm not like that with a lot of other people.Most of my love is conditional. But that's a start, isn't it, McKinsey?And you don't rise above your father's incapacity by yourself, but God works with you to change you, to love in this way.The way you love your children now is much like the way your heavenly Father loves your children. McCann listened, his jaw clenched unconsciously, feeling his anger start to rise again.What should have been a reassuring compliment now seemed more like a bitter pill he refused to swallow.He tried to hide his emotions by relaxing, but knew from her eyes that it was too late. Well she said thoughtfully.Did I say something that upset you, McKenzie?Her stare made him uncomfortable at the moment.He felt that he was being seen. McKinsey?She encourages him.Do you have anything to say? The silence left by her question hung in midair for now.McCann struggled to regain his composure.My mother's advice seemed to ring in my ears: If you can't say anything nice, it's best not to say anything. uh no!nothing. McKenzie, she inspires him.This is not the time for motherly common sense to come into play, it is the time for honesty, truth to emerge.You don't believe that Heavenly Father loves His children well, do you?You don't really believe that God is good, do you? Is Mith His child?McCann said angrily. of course.she answered. Then I really don't believe it.He blurted out and stood up.I don't believe that God loves all of His children so well! He said it, and now his accusation echoed on the walls around the room.McCann stood where he was, furious and ready to explode, while the woman remained calm and demeanor.She slowly got up from the high-backed chair, moved silently behind the chair, and motioned for him to come over.why don't you sit here Is that where the honesty ends, the hot seat?He murmured sarcastically, but didn't move, just stared back at her. McKinsey.She is still standing behind the chair.Earlier I started telling you why you are here today.You are here not just for your children, but for the judgment. Her words echoed in the room, and McCann sank slowly into his chair as panic rose like a rising tide.He felt guilty immediately, and all kinds of memories came flooding back, like mice fleeing the pursuit of a rising tide.He gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, trying to find some balance in the sudden images and emotions.His sense of failure as a human being was suddenly eerily magnified, and deep down he could almost hear a voice reciting his crimes, his fear deepening as the list of crimes grew.He is indefensible.He was lost, and he knew it. McKinsey?She began to speak, only to be interrupted. now I understand.I'm dead, right?That's why I can see Pop and Jesus because I'm dead.He sat back and looked up into the darkness, feeling sick to his stomach.I can not believe it!I don't even feel it.He stared at the woman who was watching him patiently.How long have I been dead?he asked. McKenzie, she said, sorry to disappoint you, but you are not asleep on earth, and I think you mistakenly interrupted her again by MacKenzie. I am not dead?Now he didn't believe it again, and he stood up again.You mean it's all true and I'm still alive?But I thought you told me I was here for judgment. That's what I said, she explained matter-of-factly, with a look of interest on her face.However, McCann trial?And I'm not dead at all?He interrupted her a third time, thinking about what he had heard, panic giving way to anger.This doesn't seem fair!He knew his emotions weren't helping.Does it happen to other people, I mean, to be judged before they die?So what if I change?What if the rest of my life was better?What if I repent?So what to do? Do you have anything to repent of, McKenzie?she asked, not daunted by his outburst. McCann sat back slowly.He looked at the smooth floor surface and shook his head before answering: How would I know where to start?he muttered to himself.I'm such a mess, right? Yes, you are a mess.McCann looked up, and she smiled at him.You're a glorious, destructive mess, McKenzie, but you're not here to repent, at least not in the way you understand.McKinsey, you are not here to stand trial. However, he interrupted again.I thought you told me I was Are you here for a trial?When she finished his question, she remained calm and composed, like a summer breeze.I say so.But you're not here to be interrogated. Hearing her words, McCann took a deep breath and was also relieved. You are going to be a judge! When he suddenly understood her words, the lump in his stomach returned.His eyes finally fell on the chair waiting quietly for him.What?I?I'd rather not, he paused, I'm not capable of judging. Oh, that was a lie, the reply came quickly and with a hint of sarcasm.Even in the short time we've been together, you've proven that you're more than capable of judging.What's more, you have judged many people in your life.You have judged other people's actions, even their motives, as if you knew the truth.You've judged skin color, body language, and body odor.You judged history and relationships.You have even used your own concept of beauty to judge the value of a person.By all accounts, you are quite well-trained for this kind of activity. McCann blushed with shame.He must admit that he has judged a lot of people and things so far.But he's just like everyone else, isn't he?Who doesn't jump to conclusions about people from their influence on us?Here again he takes an egocentric view of the world around him.He looked up and saw her staring at him intently, then quickly lowered his head again.Tell me, she asked, and I venture to ask, on what basis do you base your judgment? McCann looked up, trying to meet her eyes, only to find that looking directly at her swayed his mind.It seemed impossible to gaze into her eyes and maintain a consistent flow of logical thought.He had to look away into the dark corners of the room, hoping to regain his composure. It doesn't seem to make much sense when making judgments.He finally admitted, his voice trembling a little.I admit that when I made my judgments, I felt quite justified, but now Of course you are right.She said it as a fact, as a matter of routine, without emphasizing his obvious shame and grief.You have to think yourself superior to the person you are judging to be able to judge.Well, today is your chance to put all your abilities to use.Come on, she said, patting the back of the chair.I want you to sit here.It's now. He hesitated but resignedly walked towards her and the waiting chair.With every step he seemed to get smaller, or she and the chair bigger, he couldn't tell.He climbed onto the chair, feeling like a child at the huge tabletop before him, his feet barely touching the floor.So what am I going to judge?he asked, turning and looking up at her. nothing.She paused and walked to the side of the table.but who. His uneasiness tripled, and sitting in the oversized regal chair didn't help.What right does he have to judge anyone?Of course, he's judged almost everyone he knows and many people he doesn't know, and he's probably culpable in some way.McCann knew that his egoism was definitely to blame.How dare he judge other people?All of his judgments are superficial, based on appearance and behavior, and are easily interpreted through various mindsets or biases to satisfy a need to elevate himself, feel safe, or find belonging.He also knew he was starting to panic. Your imagination, she interrupted his thoughts, doesn't work for you right now. Be quiet, Holmes!He thought so in his heart, but only a faint sentence came out of his mouth: I really can't do it. Whether you can do it or not is debatable, she said with a smile.And I'm not called Holmes either. McCann was thankful that the darkness of the room concealed his embarrassment.The ensuing silence seemed to make his captivity much longer, when in fact he only paused for a few seconds before speaking, finally asking the question, so, who shall I judge? God, she paused, and humans.She said it as if it didn't matter, and just blurted it out, as if it was something that happened every day. McCann was dumbfounded.You must be joking!he exclaimed. Why?Presumably you think that in your world, many people should be judged.So much pain and suffering must be attributed to at least a few people, right?What about the greedy people who oppress the world's poor?What about the people who make young children die for war?What about the man who beats his wife, McKenzie?What about the father who beats his child for no reason to alleviate his own pain?Shouldn't they all be on trial, McKenzie? McCann felt a flood of unresolved anger inside him like a flood of anger.He slumped back in his chair, trying to maintain his balance amid the sudden barrage of images, but he felt his control slipping away.He clenched his fists, his stomach became tangled, and his breathing became short and rapid. And what about the man who ravaged innocent little girls?What about him, McKinsey?Is that person guilty?Should he stand trial? right!McCann yelled.He's going to hell! Is your loss his fault? right! What about his father?What about the man who twisted his son into a terrifying murderer? Yes, he deserves to die too! How far back do we go, McKinsey?This lineage of brokenness goes all the way back to Adam, so what about him?But why stop there?What about God?God is the one who started this whole thing.Is it God's fault? McCann was dizzy.He didn't feel like a judge at all, but a man on trial. The woman gave chase.Isn't that where you can't go, McKenzie?Isn't this what provides energy for the giant sorrow?Isn't it that God cannot be trusted?Of course a father like you can judge that father. His anger flared up like a flame again.He wanted to fight back violently, but she was right, and there was no point in denying it.She continued: Isn't that your legitimate complaint, McKinsey?Isn't it just that God failed you and Miss?Didn't God create the world even before he created it, knowing that one day your honey would be ravaged?And then he allowed that soul-twisted man to take her from your loving arms, and he could have stopped him, couldn't he?Isn't it God's fault, McKinsey? McCann looked at the floor, the chaotic picture pulling his emotions from all directions.Finally, he spoke up, louder than he wanted to, and pointed his hand directly at her. right!It's God's fault!The stone in his heart fell to the ground, and this accusation was also suspended in the room. So, she concluded, if you can judge God so easily, you can certainly judge the world.She spoke without emotion again.You must choose two of your children to spend eternity in God's new heaven and new earth, but there are only two places. What?He immediately blurted out these two words, and turned to look at her in disbelief. You must also choose three of your children to spend eternity in hell. McCann couldn't believe his ears and began to panic. McKinsey.Her voice was as calm and melodious now as it had been the first time he had heard it.I'm just asking you to do something that you trust God to do.He knows every human being born out of a mother's womb, and he knows them better and better than you can ever know your own child.He knows His children, and loves each one according to what He knows of them individually.You believe he will condemn the majority, and condemn them to eternal torment, from his presence, and from his love.Is this true? I think so.I just never thought about it that way.He stuttered in shock.I just assumed that God might just be able to do that.Every mention of hell feels a bit like an abstract conversation, with me really McCann hesitating and finding myself about to say something horrifying that has nothing to do with people I actually care about. So you're assuming that this is something God can easily do and you can't?Come on, McKinsey.Of your five children, which three would you send to hell?Kate is currently giving you the most headaches.She treated you badly and said hurtful things to you.Perhaps she was the first and most logical choice.How about choosing her?You are the judge, McKinsey, and you have to choose. I don't want to be a judge.He said and stood up.McCann's heart was beating wildly, it couldn't be true.How could God ask him to choose among his children?There was no way he was going to condemn Kate or the other kids to hell for eternity just because she disobeyed him.Even if Kate, Josh, Jon, or Tyler committed some serious crime, he wouldn't do it.He couldn't do it.For him, it wasn't about their performance, it was about his love for them. I can't do it.he whispered. You have to choose.she replied. I can't do it.He spoke louder and more intensely. You have to choose.She spoke again, her voice softer. I will never do it!McCann roared, the blood all over his body was boiling hot. You have to choose.she said softly. I can not.I can not.I do not want!He yelled, words and emotions pouring out of his mind.The woman just stood watching and waiting.Finally he looked at her, pleading with his eyes.Can I go?If you need to torture someone for eternity, I'll take their place.Is this okay?can i do thisHe fell at her feet, crying and begging.Please let me go for my children, please, I'll be happy please, I beg you.please please McKinsey, McKinsey, she said softly.Her words were like cool rain on a hot day.Her hands lightly touched his cheeks and helped him up.He looked at her with hazy teary eyes and saw her bright and moving smile.Now you sound like Jesus.You judged well, McKenzie, and I'm proud of you. But I haven't judged anything yet.McCann said puzzled. Oh, you have.You have pronounced that they are worthy of love, even at all costs, the way Jesus loves.As he heard these words, he thought of his new friend still waiting by the lake.Now you know what Dad was thinking, she added, He loves all of His children completely. Immediately the image of Missy flashed in his mind, and he found himself bristling with anger again, and got up and sat back in the chair without thinking. What just happened, McKinsey?she asked. He knew it was no use trying to hide it.I understand the love of Jesus, but God is another matter.I don't think they look alike at all. Don't you enjoy spending time with dad?she asked in surprise. Like, I love Pop, whoever she is.She's amazing, but she's nothing like the God I know. Maybe what you know about God is wrong. perhaps.I just don't understand how God loves Mis so completely. So the trial is going on?she said in a sad voice. That stopped McCann, but only briefly.what should i thinkI just don't understand how God could love Missy and put her through something like that.She is innocent.What did she do to bring her to that end? I know. McCann continued: "Is God using her to punish me for what I did to my dad?That's not fair.It should not be borne by her, nor by Xiaona.Tears rolled down his face.I may be doing something wrong, but they are not. McKinsey, is that your god?No wonder you wallow in your own sorrow.Pop isn't like that, McKenzie.He is not punishing you, Miss, or Cortana.This is not what he did. But he didn't stop it either. Yes, he didn't.He didn't stop many things that hurt Him.Your world is badly broken.You asked for independence, and now you are angry with God who loves you enough to give you independence.Everything is not the way it should be, not the way Dad wants it to be, and not the way it will be in the future.Right now your world is lost in darkness and chaos, and horrors can happen to those He loves so much. So why didn't he take action? he already has Are you talking about what Jesus did? Don't you see the scars on Dad's hands too? I don't understand them.how could he because of love.He chose the way of the cross for love, a way in which mercy prevails over justice.Would you rather he choose justice for everyone?Do you want justice, dear judge?She smiled as she spoke. No, I don't want to.He bowed his head as he spoke.I don't want it, and neither do my kids. She waits. She's not dead, McKenzie.It wasn't Dad's plan.Uncle never needed evil to accomplish his good purposes.It's you humans who embrace evil, and Pop responds with kindness.What happened to Miss was a masterpiece of evil, and in your world, no one is immune to evil. But that hurts so much!There must be a better way. Indeed there are.It's just that you can't see it now.McKinsey, turn back from your independence.Give up being daddy's judge and get to know him for who he really is.Then you can embrace His love in your pain instead of pushing Him away with your egocentric view of how the universe should be.Papa has crawled into your world and wants to be with you and miss. McCann got up from his chair.I never want to be a judge again.I really wanted to trust Dad.McCann didn't notice, but the room brightened again as he walked around the table to the original modest chair.But I need help. She reached out and hugged McCann.Now it sounds like it's time to go home, McKenzie.real. The silence of the cave was suddenly broken by the children's laughter, which seemed to come through a wall, and as the room grew brighter, McCann could now clearly see that wall.As he stared in the direction of the sound, the stone surface became more and more transparent, daylight seeping into the cave.Startled, McCann peered through the mist and finally made out the blurred figures of children playing in the distance. Sounds like it's my baby!McCann exclaimed, his mouth opened in surprise.Walking to the wall, the layer of mist parted as if someone had pulled back a curtain. He unexpectedly looked out across the grassland and saw the lake again.The background looming before his eyes was the snowy mountains, the mountains were magnificent, and they were decorated with dense and luxuriant forests.The hut nestled at the foot of the mountain was clearly visible, and he knew that his father and Sha Ruiyu would be waiting for him there.A mighty stream appeared out of the sky, right in front of him, flowing into the lake along a field of country flowers.Birdsong can be heard everywhere, and the air is filled with the rich fragrance of summer. All this Mikan saw, heard, and smelled in an instant, but his eyes were drawn to the action, a group of people playing along the small eddy near where the stream emptied into the lake, not fifty yards away.There he saw his children John, Taylor, Josh, and Kate.But wait a minute!There is another one! He gasped, trying to take a closer look more intently.He walked towards them, pushing away an invisible force, as if the invisible stone wall was still in front of him.Then the vision became clear.miss!There she was, kicking in the water with her bare feet.Miss seemed to hear his voice, and ran away from the group of people towards the path, and finally came straight in front of him. Oh, my god!miss!He yelled, trying to move forward, through the veil that separated them.To his dismay, he bumped into a force that would not let him approach, as if some kind of magnetic force had increased, directly repelling his strength, sending him bounced back into the room. She can't hear you. McCann didn't care.miss!he yelled.She is so close.Memories that he'd been trying so hard not to lose but felt like they were slowly slipping away now came flooding back in a flash.He wanted to find a handle, as if by doing so he could pry the thing off and find his way through to his daughter.But there is nothing there. Meanwhile Missy had arrived, standing directly in front of him.Her eyes were clearly not on them, but on something larger between them, which she could clearly see but which he could not. McCann finally gave up fighting the force and half turned to the woman.can she see meDoes she know I'm here?he asked urgently. She knows you're here, but she can't see you.From her side, she was looking at the beautiful waterfall and nothing else.But she knows you are behind. Fall!McCann shouted, laughing to himself.She just can't get enough of waterfalls!McCann watched her intently now, trying to remember every detail of her expression, her hair, her hands again.As he did so, Missy's face burst into an oversized smile, revealing two dimples.In exaggerated slow motion, he could see her mouth saying: It's okay, I and then she gestured and said: Love you. This was so beyond imagination that McCann wept with joy.He still couldn't stop watching her, looking at her through the waterfall of his face.It was painful to be so close to her again, to see her stand in a Missy stance, one foot forward, one hand on her hip, wrist inward.She's really okay, right? better than you think.This life is only a reception room for the greater real world to come.No one in your world lives up to their full potential.This is just the preparation that Dad has always envisioned in his mind. can i come to herMaybe just a hug and a kiss?He begged quietly. no.This is the way she wants it. She wants this?McCann asked perplexedly. Yes.She is a very sensible child, our Miss, and I am very fond of her. Are you sure she knows I'm here? I'm sure she put McCann at ease.She has been excitedly waiting for this day to be able to play with her siblings and be by your side.She would very much like her mother to be here, but that would have to wait for another moment.McCann turned to the woman.Are my other children really here? They are here, but they are not here.Only Miss is really there.Others are dreaming, and everyone has a vague memory of it. Some remember it better than others, but no one remembers it thoroughly and completely.It was a very peaceful sleep time for each of them, with the exception of Kate.This dream will be very difficult for her.But Missy was wide awake. McCann watched every movement his beloved miss made.Did she forgive me?he asks. Forgive you for what? I owe her that.he whispered. It was in her nature to forgive if there was a need to forgive, but there was nothing to forgive. But I didn't stop him from taking her away.He took her away when I wasn't looking, his voice fading away. If you remember, you were saving your son.You are the only one in the entire universe who believes the fault is yours.Miss Si didn't believe it, Xiao Na didn't believe it, and Dad didn't believe it either.Maybe it's time to let go and let that lie go.And McKinsey, even if the fault is yours, her love will be far stronger than the mistakes you have made. Just then, someone called Miss's name, and McCann recognized the voice.She squealed with delight and started running back to the others.Suddenly, she stopped and ran back to her daddy, made a big hug gesture, as if she was hugging him, closed her eyes, and sent an exaggerated kiss.He hugged her back from behind the barrier between them.For a brief moment she stood still, as if she knew she was giving his memory a gift, and then she waved, turned, and rushed back to the others. It was now clear to McCann who was telling her Miss Jesus to play with his children.Missy jumped into his arms without hesitation, and he turned her around twice before putting her on the ground, then everyone laughed and went looking for smooth stones to float on the lake.Their joyful voices sounded like a symphony to McCann's ears. As he watched, tears flowed down naturally. Suddenly, without warning, the water rushed down before his eyes, washing away all sight and sound of his children.Instinctively he jumped back, only to find now that the cave walls had melted away from him.He was standing in the cave behind the waterfall. McCann felt the woman's hand on his shoulder. finished?he asks. It's over for now.she answered gently.According to McKinsey, judgment is not about destruction, but about setting things right. McCann smiled.I will never feel overwhelmed again. She gently led him to the waterfall until he could see Jesus again, still swimming on the shore.I think someone is waiting for you. She squeezed her hand lightly and left his shoulder.McCann knew she was gone without looking.He scrambled carefully over slippery boulders and over soggy rocks to find a way around the rim of the waterfall and back into daylight through the fresh mist of the rushing water. 精疲力竭卻有深刻的滿足感，麥肯停下來、閉上眼睛片刻，試著把蜜思現身的細節刻在心版上，永不抹滅，希望未來的日子裡，他能喚回每個與她相聚的片刻、每個細微處和每個動作。 忽然間，他非常非常想念小娜。