the battle


Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

We think we know where God would have us. Man looks in God’s absence. We move into empty space, find our presence in man’s cross hairs.  People doubt. Question.

America is facing an election. I believe I know what should happen to America. What I want to see occur. The answer remains how I handle the answer or fear of what could be our future for four years.

I know not to fret. If believers behold how it all ends, this tragic play, Shakespeare could fuel us with his knowledge of human nature. The rest? The story of God.

 

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