I don’t believe in your void. I don’t believe in your Gnosticism. I don’t believe in your blank sky, or your empty transcendence.
I don’t believe that the world is a charnel house. I don’t believe that I’m basically dead. I don’t believe that we’ve lost the world.
God’s already won: that’s what I know. The Organisational Management towers will fall, just like the Tower of Babel fell.
God’s using all this for the good, somehow. As he always does. All things work together for the good: that’s what Paul said.
We’re not going to lose. We’re not going to be defeated. No one’s going to destroy us.
I feel grateful. I’m glad of all the bad things that happened. Because they brought me to this. And punk Christianity.
The great days are coming. The most beautiful days are coming. I know that.
Everything we do is remembered. The way we lived is remembered. None of this will disappear. It will not be lost. There is no oblivion. It will all be part of the memory of God. Every hair on your fucking heads. Every fucking fallen sparrow.
We’re not lost. We’re not obscure. We’re not forgotten. Even me. Even you.
And yet we’re in this prison. And yet we’re being poisoned. And yet we are made to lie. And yet there are their words in our mouths. And yet we’re choking on their words and their lies. And yet we’re under their power.
Each of us at the centre of God’s fucking love. Even you, Driss. We are so loved – and that means something. God loves us more than we can imagine.
I’m not going to close my eyes.
I want to see this. I want to see it. I want to hold it before me. I want to see nothing else.
If I close my eyes, I won’t be alert. I won’t be vigilant. I have to see it – until the end. Until it ends. I can never close my eyes.
I love this life. I love all this. I even love traipsing around he campus with you guys. I love that we’re here and together, an undefeated. And I think I even love the Northern Lights. Fake as they might be.
Work in Progress 