I have faith. I do, truly. I believe – even after the deconstructionist, self-destructive impulses have passed. And I’m still working out what it is I believe, with fear and trembling. I believe. Lord, help my unbelief.
I have hope. Yes. To do and to will. I have hope like Sisyphus four, three, two steps from the top of the hill. I have no flag, no banner, only this threadbare hope to fly.
I have love. Lord, you know I have love. What else is there?
What else remains? When the world pulls so hard, what else is there? After the collapse, after the dark, what else except I love you.
1 Corinthians 13:13
I wrote a more satirical, polemical version of this yesterday. Read it here: The Greatest of These
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