Hello there, faithful readers!
I realize posting has been scarce here lately. Summer is always busy, and this one has been especially so. Home improvement projects, a wedding, a first communion, a flooded basement, an anniversary, and life as usual have all been happening within the past 30 days. I also submitted a work of short fantasy fiction to this contest. (Professional fiction writing is one of my life goals. But I’m either working on that or writing here, usually not both.)
Also, much to do on the business front as we are working to update and revamp systems, marketing, website, logo, etc. (Know anyone in Virginia looking to buy or sell a house? Send them our way!)
There’s been a lot going on that I’ve wanted to comment on, but just haven’t found the time or focus to address. Partially, this is because I don’t know how to put my finger on what I want to say. If there are temporal nodes, as it were — points in history around which a number of divergent factors coalesce to create a change larger than the sum of its parts — I’d say we’re right smack in the middle of one.
In no particular order: The war for the soul of the Church; the coming battle (already started) over communion for the divorced and remarried; the massive and deeply troubling and brutally violent rise of a self-proclaimed Islamic caliph (with nothing standing in his way); the hugely disturbing situation happening on our southern border; the immunological consequences thereof (and the oppression being used to keep that story from getting out); the uncontrolled outbreak of Ebola spreading through Africa (for which there is no cure); the dirty, knock-down, drag-out battle for control of the only party that can bring conservatives to power in this country; the ongoing instability in Europe; the never-relenting threat of economic collapse; and the fact that we’re still killing about 50 million babies every year around the globe.
I’m scratching the surface here. There’s a lot going on, and it’s getting really hard to read all the signs. But they all point down a fairly dark road, and lots of people are asking themselves how long we have before we reach a tipping point.
Not long, I expect. Not long. Something has to give.
Yesterday, my wife, who has a sense for the shifting tides of the world, sat up at her desk and asked me, “Do you feel that?”
“What?” I asked.
“Change.” She said. “Change is coming.”
“Good change or bad change?” I asked.
“You always ask me that.” She said. “I don’t know.”
I don’t know either. It could be good, it could be bad, it could be both. I’m increasingly convinced that it’s going to have to be very difficult for a while in order for things to get better.
But like the song says, “Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on….
Things to do. Kids to raise. Stories to finish. Coffee to drink.
Hope to write more soon.