When is a Good Time to Acknowledge the Nature of Evil?

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This morning my youngest son witnessed his first killing — a man with a knife slitting the throat of a white ram. He wasn’t expecting to hear the muffled bleat of the poor animal or the gurgling sound the blood made as it went back into its windpipe. He wasn’t expecting to see so much blood, spurting out like a fount, flowing down the tar like a black-red stream and staining the ram’s white fur…