Build the Garden Walls (Iron John)
The year 2017 has finally arrived much to my dismay. This day finally proves that time happens regardless of my desire and that numbers on a page carry no more weight than a fat man riding a reindeer and certainly no more wait than a Holy Man on his ass. During the flight, I read Mere Christianity. The time is now but really it’s always been. I am following Christ and finding myself in Him. There’s no way around that fact though the understanding of that sentence will always be up for discussion. What it means to be a Christian and what it means to be a Christ-follower are two separate notions of the same sphere. To divorce one for the sake of dissection and conversation is to separate the Man from his chest. We need more men with chests and certainly more men in touch with their Wild Man. I know I am to be a writer in this lifetime of mine which means I come here to write and reflect as best I can. My quiet times must consist of Bible study (Holy Books are certainly importan...