The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Edgar Allan Poe
(chives / Julie Cook / 2016)
Our faith begins at the point where atheists suppose it must be at an end.
Our faith begins with the bleakness and power which is the the night of the cross, abandonment, temptation and doubt about everything that exists!
Our faith must be born where it is abandoned by all tangible reality;
it must be born of nothingness,
it must taste this nothingness and be given it to taste in a way
that no philosophy of nihilism can imagine.
H. J. Iwand
It has its beginning in the depths of despair…
for it is not to be found in the rapture of joy.
Stripped of pretense and facade,
Its secret roots penetrate far and wide…
It resides deep within, hidden from plain sight…
Scattered across the dusty barren recesses of the heart.
It takes hold in the blackness of night,
During the empty isolation of the tortured soul.
It is during that bleakest and empty affair of abandonment…
the very moment the smug conclude that both it and we are finished…
As finally all our talk and foolishness will thankfully come to an end…
It is exactly within this bitter tasted instance of nothingness…
that our Grace explodes into existence…
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