Sshhhhh… Listen closely… Ever so closely and still. For even closed doors may whisper unto us a secret, and even dead-ends may point us closer to pathways we’ve long been searching for.

We can search for hope in the strongest of places, and in the best of people, and they shall fall one by one. Only God suffices. Only God.

Years of roaming and all that I possess is a pen and a piece of parchment. Behold however! This pen is the sword with which I shall champion my cause; and by this parchment the world shall know of faith that overcomes!

As we close our eyes and clasp our hands in prayer, as we lay bear our deepest sorrow and our highest praise, as we move from our anguish and brokenness, and enter the solemnity of God’s Divine Presence, I don’t think we differ ever so greatly. I don’t think we pray ever so differently.

Und Gott sprach: Es werde licht! And God said, let there be light!

Why must old wounds be opened up and inflict me with pain I thought I’ve long gone over with? In anger, I’ve asked this of God, and in shame I’ve learned that there are still inner wounds, deeper wounds that need to be sought out and healed.