Farewell

Here's to travels and crazies.
Who knows what the future holds?
After all, "The wonder of it all--
is where I'll be next year" as Monday Morning
would say. You really couldn't come up
with these kind of adventures on you own.
I'm glad God has a much better imagination
than I.
Change is in the air, even as seasons
change. And not everything will be as it
has been. But there is Hope in the future
and there is Faith in the promises of
God. And there is Love. And, so really
nothing will change so much.
I leave now to do laundry... and to
practice the art of bowing in a respective
manner...

Cherenobyl's Children

Perhaps no one quite knew the magnitude of operations being carried on inside of a Communist era nuclear reactor facility. No one ever thought that one foolish slip-up, one careless action could ever create such destruction. And perhaps no one ever thought that one selfish ambition could shake the world. But that is where we are, is it not?
There have been entire communities, a generation, the product of the nuclear catastrophe. Fallout transcending years. And disfiguration and distortment which have followed generations. These carry the scars of the past with them into their future. If only Eve knew such repercussions. We surely do.
And it is in this sin stenched earth where Eve's progeny suffer the fallout of the disaster that was never intended to reach so far. It is in the disaster where Hope has been extended. And a whole generation from beginning to end, of disfigured saints and deformed pilgrims walk towards the cross of Jesus Christ. Knowing this -- we limp now, but we will walk. We cry now, but we shall laugh. We are scorned by our imperfections, but someday we will be perfect. Maranatha!