I want to write a post about the craft of writing but I feel it is a disservice to my prior post. “How can anyone write about writing when Russian is steam-rolling through Ukraine?” This is, of course, one of the plagues of our time. The present culture demands endless contrition. Our task is to going living in the face of theses grave circumstances, to choose joy and hope over despair or outrage, to live from the heart and never by news reports.

Artistic expression always appears vain at times of war and protests but it is not. Especially now, we cannot shrink back from any aspect of who we are which demonstrates who He is. The critics will talk about appropriate times to laugh or relax. We were made to rebuke the storms and calm the seas.