Our despair is real. It’s the realest thing about us.
We have instincts. We know what to reject. We know what’s wrong – utterly wrong – about the world. We know what to despise.
And we know what to love, too. We know in what direction we should turn.
We know we should lift our heads. We know that it’s from the sky that it will come. From on high. From the most high.
We know evil is not final. We know the world isn’t totally fallen. We know that sin is not absolute.
We know that the lies aren’t too great after all. The poison hasn’t worked after all. We not completely abandoned.
We know the clouds will part one day. We know the sun will come – the forbidden sun.
Work in Progress 