There is a spoken line in the Paramount Plus streaming series “1883” where Elsa says, “No matter how much we love it, the land will never love us back.” I felt that . . . to the core. In fact, it stirred up emotions that I’ve experienced most of my life. C.S. Lewis expressed it in his essay, “The Weight of Glory”. He said it this way: For a few minutes we have had the illusion of belonging to that world. Now we wake to find that it is no such thing. We have been mere spectators. Beauty has smiled, but not to welcome us; her face was turned in our direction, but not to. . . .
The Last Stronghold
I originally wrote this on January 1, 2019. It holds even more true today. Youth was an enemy in disguise. In times of distress I would cry out to God but I trusted in Youth. Youth would say, “I will fix this; I am strong, pretty, smart, quick-witted and resourceful.” And so I would win the battle, acknowledging God, but glorifying Youth. With each new battle I’d cry out to God to pull down every stronghold. Now I find myself faced with the greatest trial yet. “God,” I cried, “please let me see the enemy clearly so that that I may fight.” So I arose to fight. But to my dismay my physical. . . .