The arena.

8.19.20 Dad, I have been waiting on this a long time. Mulling over when and how to express something so lofty. So precious as life. Like holding a bird in your hands. Cupping them firmly enough so he doesn’t fly away but gently so as not to harm him. I think the truth is often […]

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Screwtape and me.

3.17.20 My Merciful Father, This just intercepted from the other side. It is no surprise the Fallen One is taking full advantage of the current state of arousal in our beloved people. Like all else, he is using the disease to distract them and incite fear. He is herding our people to their stores to […]

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Is and not yet.

“I keep looking for my dad’s physical body, his physical voice, his physical embrace, but I don’t find it. It isn’t here, and as hard as that is, as much as it feels like there is a void, the absence is a beautiful thing. To the wisdom of the world, it would seem that absence […]

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