I'm sitting in the choir loft last night, listening to the Passion reading from Luke as the lights get lower and lower, and suddenly get a vivid sensation about why I so oppose the death penalty: the execution of the innocent. It was a point I had reached intellectually before, but this was a more visceral understanding that I'm not sure I can explain.
In any case, I'm still feeling rather awful. Looking at computer screens is particularly not recommended, because everything looks fuzzy. So, I'll be brief: