It’s been a weird two decades.
I’ve been surprised by the reemergence of old friends in my life and rocked by the sudden departure of both family and friends. You know about one of my younger sisters. Well, weeks after that, my mom’s younger sister left us. (Mom is still with us.)
For the record, these things haven’t shaken my faith in the least bit … but, yes, it has caused me to be more aware of those who are in my immediate orbit - both in the digital and carnal spheres. Suffice it to say, I pray more and connect more. (If I haven’t gotten to you yet, don’t worry; I will. And you can reach out, too.)
I also know that a lot of other people are processing loss and some are doing better than others.
Here’s the thing with me: I find almost everything other than Jesus and the people I care about irrelevant at this point. Politics and politicians? Blech! World events? I watch them because they are related to Bible prophecy, but anything I might say about them has been said by more learned individuals. Homelessness, racial division, crime, etc.? You can read this newsletter to find out what I think.
I’m saying this to ask: what would you like me to talk about? I hope and pray that whatever it is, I can do it justice.
In the meantime, I’m going to go do my 3 miles. Movement is healing. And preparation.
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All of us are going through much the same thing. The world ended in March 2020, and the Republic's destruction began in force with the stolen 2020 election.
I'm navigating a decision to refuse outside employment that relies on my intellect and experience to maintain a deeply broken system.
Let things break. And write about how it feels, what it looks like.
That's what I'm going to do.
I have no voice to sing out loud anymore but I often sing in my mind. I sing old gospel songs, old church songs from my youth. So when I read this my first thought is "this world is not my home, I'm just passing through, my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue." As I am aged many of my friends and relatives are beyond the blue now. My treasures here on earth are family and friends but they, too will someday join with those who have gone before, somewhere beyond the blue. That is what we have been promised and what will happen. In the meantime, we do our best.
Dear Friend, I wish we could meet in person, but I know someday we will meet somewhere beyond our understanding.