Sanity Help and Love
It all seems so clear: there really, truly isn't that much to fret about when you consider -- as I have been doing ceaselessly -- the possibility of losing everything except your own body and the clothes on your back.
I feel very quiet, clear and calm. I understand my job to be this: Sane. Helpful. Loving.
Theology doesn't so much engage me right now. History, politics, art, culture... all interesting, but my blood doesn't race for any of it.
Three things. Sanity. Love. Help.