Shadow of the Almighty
Reading his biography brings chills to me. A talented, witty, intelligent man called to missions. I used to think that somehow being intellectually furnished means God sends you into the workplace. Now that I think about it, the rigors of mission life... doesn't it take precisely such a person? Someone to think on his feet, someone who sees ahead, someone efficient...
I dare not compare. He lived a truly radical life. Yet in my head I know there was nothing special about him, nothing exclusive, it isn't a life I cannot have. I feel... my words come back to me. The times when I said that it is quite unrighteous to hope to walk away from a realization unchanged. It seems like I'm standing at a precipice and notably how the temptations encamp ever closer, how the responsibilities surge. I'm standing before a revolution, do I pick up arms. Do I start?
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