There are days when the news carries accounts of such deliberate cruelty—toward children, toward the hungry, toward those already displaced by conflict—that something in us must pause and grieve. The ancient poet of Lamentations did not rush past suffering or spiritualize it away; instead, he allowed himself to remember it fully, to let it humble him. To bear witness to such pain without turning away, to feel the weight of it rather than defend against it, may itself be a form of faithfulness. In remembering affliction, we acknowledge both its reality and the God who hears the cries of the vulnerable.