There are times when you just don’t know what to feel, because you feel things that don’t normally mix in polite company. I felt angry and ashamed at having been conned. I felt deep sorrow for a sweet child and her baby who were victims of a situation far sadder than a hurricane. I felt disappointment in myself for not really wanting to help her anymore. But I hated being lied to. I hate being lied to. The next Sunday, I was ashamed to face Matthew’s congregation, who had been told the truth of the Amerie situation in an email the day before.
