Peggy Noonan writes on the love story that came out of the Atlanta escape/murders:

Is it a matter of happenstance, is it without meaning, that America was taken by this drama at Eastertide, in the days before Palm Sunday, when a wanted man rode by donkey to an appointment at Golgotha?
Is it an accident that a great but troubled country that yearns so to be good is given such instruction at this time?
Maybe we should be thinking: God loves all of us, every one of us most tenderly, even convicts, maybe especially convicts, who know what they are and hang their heads and one of whom, so long ago, looked up, and cried out to the man on the other cross, and received from him a promise of forgiveness and a promise that soon, very soon, they would stand together in a place without pain.

Read her whole column, especially if you haven’t read Ashley Smith’s testimony about what happened…. You might have seen it this morning, but I’m glad I didn’t get to it until now, considering the day we’ve seen.