I am still waiting for the Kansas, or at least Reno County epiphany - still thinking of you with fond thoughts, you make me smile when I think of you 😊
Thank you for this prophetic call to be brave and live in love rather than cling to the false security of consumerism and consumption. The pharisees of our time spread fear and darkness and our culture responds blindly to the false narrative that we can find safety and meaning in the shiny things thrown on the ground to distract us from what is true, what is good, what is kind and what is lasting. My faith in a continuous slow growth of the collective human spirit is strong, however, because there is no denying that light shines in the darkness. That is how the natural world works. And the darkness comprehends it not. We are part of a glorious creative process that is stronger than our imagination or understanding. I rest in that faith. And essays like yours, Jason, are whispers of the truth. We will overcome. Generation after generation. Age upon age. The truth beats like the waves of the sea landing on the shore. Unending. Merry Christmas.
THANK YOU Jason...now please run for Governor.
I am still waiting for the Kansas, or at least Reno County epiphany - still thinking of you with fond thoughts, you make me smile when I think of you 😊
Thank you for this prophetic call to be brave and live in love rather than cling to the false security of consumerism and consumption. The pharisees of our time spread fear and darkness and our culture responds blindly to the false narrative that we can find safety and meaning in the shiny things thrown on the ground to distract us from what is true, what is good, what is kind and what is lasting. My faith in a continuous slow growth of the collective human spirit is strong, however, because there is no denying that light shines in the darkness. That is how the natural world works. And the darkness comprehends it not. We are part of a glorious creative process that is stronger than our imagination or understanding. I rest in that faith. And essays like yours, Jason, are whispers of the truth. We will overcome. Generation after generation. Age upon age. The truth beats like the waves of the sea landing on the shore. Unending. Merry Christmas.
Cabbage Patch dolls came way before Tickle Me Elmo.