Mother: “You can’t get any popcorn. The machine is out of order.
See — there’s a sign on the machine!”
But he didn’t understand. After all, he had the desire, and he had the money and he could see the popcorn inside the machine.
And yet, somehow, somewhere, something was wrong, because he could not get the popcorn.
The boy walked back to his mother, and he wanted to cry.
“And, Lord, I too felt like weeping, weeping for people who have become locked in, jammed, broken machines filled with goodness
that other people need and want, and yet will never be able to come and enjoy because somehow, somewhere, something has gone wrong inside.”
— Ande Auw