I've been putting together background material and creating characters that I hope to use in some stories and a novel that I hope to write. Between that, the holidays, and work on my shift, I am just about spent and too tired to do much blogging. I try to avoid thinking too hard about the news (that is the real news, that I have sifted out from all the Pravdas out there), because the truth is terrible to behold as I see my civilization in irrecoverable decline. As I go through life expending my life-energy to accumulate enough capital to finish my education and write those novels, I see the material world just circlin' the drain.
It is good that there is at least a transcendent hope in the final resurrection unto salvation that will surely make our vaporous material history look like it had never happened.
So one must look to the sublime and good in our miserable short lives and really cherish those moments we still have together with our families and friends. This is a lesson my father never quite learned adequately, and not to be too smug, I have done much of the same in my neglects and omissions. I'd like to think that I have made an incremental improvement in my generation and that my son will even do better. But you know it isn't true, we all fail to truly live up to what we know is true as God has revealed ultimate truth to us. But the second great truth (after the first being made alive in Christ) is to love one-another, and my great need for Grace is in this area. I need to relax and just put aside my self more often in place of time and being with my loved ones.
But what does a storyteller do when no one has time to listen to a story?
