If it is a 'translation error,' as we are politely calling it, it seems a rather extraordinary coincidence that it should be such a significant omission.
I still remember the day my dear friend John Muggeridge brought home a form they’d given him in the care facility where his wife, Anne Roche Muggeridge lived.
As I write, the headlines and my various news feeds are filled with images of some of the most loathsome barbarities we have seen since the end of World War II.