The last few years can only be described as magnificent beauty and dark horror moving hand-in-hand.

I have come close enough to touch the burning fire of glory and I have been held in the cold dark tunnel of evil.

I have seen miracles. I watched goodness line up for takeoff and then saw missiles unleashed in combative schemes for control.

It’s easier to withstand the dance of good and evil if you shut down your senses, choose to be blind, reduce your perception, close your mouth. It’s excruciating to live fully engaged. Firm and loose. Standing your ground and ready to go at a moment’s notice. Active and waiting.

Prayer is the only and perfect posture for this dance, but sometimes you cannot stand anymore. You collapse into exhaustion, succumb to annihilation, and the only option then is to be supernaturally lifted up.