3 hours ago · Writing · 0 comments

Being a cheerful (and human) defense of the Christian right and obligation to write, to read, and to create. We lay the sins and the struggles of the human race on the page as a prayer. In writing, we help ourselves, and touch others who are tracing the same thread. In reading we find the steps of the saints and the non-saints who’ve walked these heavy-trodden paths before us. Like Christian, we wander, and not every step is well-placed. This whole world cries out in pangs of childbirth but while we grieve, our grief will turn to joy. We have faith in the new that is coming. Our mouths will be filled with laughter – our tongues loosed, with joy. Why? What is there to celebrate in this world? Wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from this body of death, that clings to me, that hangs heavy on me? Who shall deliver me from this mind of rebellion, that lies to me, that leads me astray, that whispers apathy and void in my heart? This thread that unraveled the veil feels weak, and…

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