A letter to consider:
Dearest, the following you already know. Perhaps, should we re-examine it, we will find answers anew.
I've had something of a bad week. Bad in events, but worse in confrontational concepts.
I'm beginning to wonder if this whole speaking-of-the-truth isn't overrated. Perhaps, it is better to say that it is underrated, in a way. In the effect it will have on your life. When you go around saying things that people find controversial or outrageous, they have a tendency to look at you differently. Only slightly, though, right? Not exactly.
I feel our points of view are offensive to many. I wonder how long we will be getting away with this. If we were to examine historically, it doesn't work for very long. Either you end up like Elijah or you end up like Christ. So, it just doesn't fare well.
Yet to this offense, I see more than such a stirring - a silence. A space so full of lack of movement that it becomes a thin void. Mouths resting so still they are barely breathing. I wish, either condemnation or confirmation, some response would come forth and echo against this hollow hall. Any movement to show that our words have not fallen on deafness or death.
For the silence begs a terrifying question: Have we spoken truth or simply offense? Have we moved in good or simply perpetuated more of this selfish evil we were attempting to extinguish? Have they heard, comprehended anything at all?
At times, it is difficult to tell. One can no longer gauge success with popularity, with acceptance, with progress in one direction or another. One can no longer cling to the old upheld ideas. One can no longer use the old compasses to chart one's direction.
But when all of our known bearing-markers are broken, how can we continue to forge aheead. With what do we forge?
These are the questions I see staring us in the face, my love. And we must face then.
We must answer: where can we go from here? And we must answer honestly.
But, I fear this movement that we sense may be a stronger current than we are. I fear it may sweep us under. I fear it may defeat us.
If not that, the forces against it will surely crush us under foot.
But, if any of that should happen, perhaps we would have done good, anyway.
We can only hold to this hope. For it is the hope of life.
Is it not?
I've had something of a bad week. Bad in events, but worse in confrontational concepts.
I'm beginning to wonder if this whole speaking-of-the-truth isn't overrated. Perhaps, it is better to say that it is underrated, in a way. In the effect it will have on your life. When you go around saying things that people find controversial or outrageous, they have a tendency to look at you differently. Only slightly, though, right? Not exactly.
I feel our points of view are offensive to many. I wonder how long we will be getting away with this. If we were to examine historically, it doesn't work for very long. Either you end up like Elijah or you end up like Christ. So, it just doesn't fare well.
Yet to this offense, I see more than such a stirring - a silence. A space so full of lack of movement that it becomes a thin void. Mouths resting so still they are barely breathing. I wish, either condemnation or confirmation, some response would come forth and echo against this hollow hall. Any movement to show that our words have not fallen on deafness or death.
For the silence begs a terrifying question: Have we spoken truth or simply offense? Have we moved in good or simply perpetuated more of this selfish evil we were attempting to extinguish? Have they heard, comprehended anything at all?
At times, it is difficult to tell. One can no longer gauge success with popularity, with acceptance, with progress in one direction or another. One can no longer cling to the old upheld ideas. One can no longer use the old compasses to chart one's direction.
But when all of our known bearing-markers are broken, how can we continue to forge aheead. With what do we forge?
These are the questions I see staring us in the face, my love. And we must face then.
We must answer: where can we go from here? And we must answer honestly.
But, I fear this movement that we sense may be a stronger current than we are. I fear it may sweep us under. I fear it may defeat us.
If not that, the forces against it will surely crush us under foot.
But, if any of that should happen, perhaps we would have done good, anyway.
We can only hold to this hope. For it is the hope of life.
Is it not?
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