I was going to write about outrage

I was going to write about outrage.  I was going to try to feel better by writing about the shock and trauma this week.  I was overwhelmed with the feeling of desperate loneliness that came from losing your tribe.  I have never seen the like.  But then, if I had, then this would not be nearly so remarkable.

The truth is that what is going on is not remarkable.  It is just different and uncomfortable.  It is just shocking to us because we needed a shock.  Or at least that is the idea.  What will it take to get us out of our ruts?  Revolution.  It is violent.  It unseats.  It is unpleasant.

Well, I am certain I needed to write.  I just woke up.  When the phone rang.  But writing while recumbent will contribute.  You see, nothing aside from the Kingdom is really remarkable.

Oh, I like that.  If it is outside the Kingdom and I find it remarkable, it is my finding that makes it so.  It is my response that gives it significance and even gives it power.

This is going to be so good.  Father, show me how to see like you see.  Show me my feet and the feet of your Bride planted firmly upon the Rock, unshakable.  Golly, maybe I am part of her feet.  I will not be moved from Love.

The wind was blowing hard today, but the important stuff got done.