Apocalypse. We live in apocalyptic times. The earth has a fever. The hemispheres have grudges. The Hatfields are back to hating the McCoys. Everything is “occupied.” Our rivers have dried. Our streets have flooded. Our earth has shaken and given way. Tea parties are more likely to have guns than cucumber sandwiches and if there wasn’t already a class/holiday/drug war, we sure seem like we want there to be one. It all seems apocalyptic and we may be right about that, but things are far from over…
Serious faith for misfits, lousy joiners, and other homesick souls