Crap Shots 4 (2022)

Calendar dates, plans, facts, names, times..

They peel backwards like lead paint.

The details become lost. They are forgotten. 

Achievable goals become another thumb tack on the bulletin board. Your life summed up in a schedule. They want artificial commitment, superficial productivity; mechanisms of a manufactured life. 

Is it just discipline or self righteousness?

Is the people you encounter everyday figments of your own aspirations?

Are you ahead?

Flourishing?

Buzz words flashing across a digital screen; augmented Neon dully fizzling out and blinking like old light bulbs.

A reconstruction, a simulation; false memories screaming across the dead silence of night. 

Are you woke? 

Do you dully stare out your window every morning and wonder only about yourself?

Do you have a five year plan?

If not, why?

You have a degree?

If so, why?

A resolution or cultural prostitution?

Transformation, mandates, a year long plan. 

It's structured and customized. 

Clean and efficient. 

Expecting it to fit the unexpected. 

Forcing it upon the supernatural. 

Dulling the senses. 

Progress or sanctification?

A conception of self will?

Is it really planning ahead, self mastery, or tyranny of your own fate?

"What if I call on security?

That mean I'm calling on God for purity

I went and got me a therapist

I can debate on my theories and sharing it 

Consolidate all my comparisons

Humblin' up because time was imperative 

Started to feel like it's only one answer to everything, I don't know where it is.

Popping a bottle of Claritin 

Is it my head or my arrogance? 

Shaking and moving, like, what am I doing? I'm flipping my time through the Rolodex

Indulging myself and my life and my music, the world that I'm in is a cul-de-sac

The world that we in is just menacing, the demons portrayed religionous

I wake in the morning, another appointment, I hope the psychologist listenin'"

- Kendrick Lamar, United In Grief (2022)

"I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company"

- Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (1934)

"It is a painful thing to say to oneself: by choosing one road I am turning my back on a thousand others. Everything is interesting; everything might be useful; everything attracts and charms a noble mind; but death is before us; mind and matter make their demands; willy-nilly we must submit and rest content as to things that time and wisdom deny us, with a glance of sympathy which is another act of our homage to the truth"

- Antonin Sertillanges, The Intellectual Life: Its Spirit, Conditions, Methods (1921)

"Father's rule had been 'Question everything, take nothing for granted,' and I never outlived it, and I would suggest it be made the motto of a world journalists' association.”

— George Seldes, Witness to a Century: Encounters with the Noted, the Notorious, and the Three SOBs (1987)

"Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love"

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (1879)

"We are scattered, stunned; the remnant of heart left alive is filled with brotherly hate... Whose fault? Everybody blamed somebody else. Only the dead heroes left stiff and stark on the battlefield escape"

- Mary Chesnut, Mary Chesnut's Civil War (1981)

"[I]f the supreme magistrate does not keep his pledged word, and fails to administer the realm according to his promise, then the realm, or the ephors and the leading men in its name, is the punisher of this violation and broken trust. It is then conceded to the people to change and annul the earlier form of its polity and commonwealth, and to constitute a new one"

- Johannes Althusius, Politica (1603)

"The products Christians consume shape the faith they inhabit. Today, what it means to be a “conservative evangelical” is as much about culture as it is about theology"

- Kristin Kobes Du Mez, Jesus and John Wayne: How White Evangelicals Corrupted a Faith and Fractured a Nation (2020)

"Authority does not authenticate my person. Authority is not a privilege to be exploited to build up my ego. Authority is a responsibility to be borne for the benefit of others without regard for oneself. This alone is the Christian view" 

- John Piper, Recovering Biblical Manhood and Womanhood: A Response to Evangelical Feminism (1991)

"Richard Hayes observes, “the New Testament calls those with power and privilege to surrender it for the sake of the weak …. It is husbands (not wives) who are called to emulate Christ’s example of giving themselves up in obedience for the sake of the other (Eph. 5:25) …. [Interpreting this] as though it somehow warranted a husband’s domination or physical abuse of his wife can only be regarded as a bizarre—indeed, blasphemous—misreading. . . . The followers of Jesus—men and women alike—must read the New Testament as a call to renounce violence and coercion"

- Ronald W. Pierce and Rebecca Merrill Groothius, Discovering Biblical Equality: Complimentary Without Hierarchy (2004)

"Are the women in your church the only ones learning about submission? Or is submission taught, as Andrew Bartlett has helpfully defined it, as “the heart of Christ-centered gospel living”

- Aimee Byrd, Recovering from Biblical Manhood and Womanhood (2020)

"Men have authority, and as go the men, so go the women and children. Yet we are facing a crisis of masculinity in the church. Men have failed to lead, including our pastors, and now our women are acting like men and our men like women. To recover from this crisis of masculinity, we must start with God the Father. We must start with worship. Christianity has a masculine message of a husband who laid down His life for His bride. But we have an effeminate church preaching an effeminate gospel, proclaiming Jesus as Savior while ignoring His command for male rule in His kingdom" 

- Zachary Garris, Masculine Christianity (2020)

"Radically ordinary hospitality does not simply flow from the day-to-day interests of the household. You must prepare spiritually. The Bible calls spiritual preparation warfare. Radically ordinary hospitality is indeed spiritual warfare"

- Rosaria Champagne Butterfield, The Gospel Comes with a House Key: Practicing Radically Ordinary Hospitality in Our Post-Christian World (2018)

"Arbitrary governing hath no alliance with God"

- Samuel Rutherford, Lex, Rex (1644)

"The healthy Christian is not necessarily the extrovert, ebullient Christian, but the Christian who has a sense of God's presence stamped deep on his soul, who trembles at God's word, who lets it dwell in him richly by constant meditation upon it, and who tests and reforms his life daily in response to it"

- J.I. Packer, A Quest for Godliness: The Puritan Vision of the Christian Life (1990)

"Much of this behavior grew out of his faith, his desire to be uncompromisingly truthful at all times, and his very particular sense of Christian courtesy. He explained his refusal to voice disapproval of others by saying, “It is quite contrary to my nature to keep silence where I cannot but disapprove. Indeed I may as well confess that it would often give me real satisfaction to express just what I feel, but this would be to disobey the divine precept [judge not lest ye be judged]"

- S.C. Gwynne, Rebel Yell: The Violence, Passion, and Redemption of Stonewall Jackson (2014)

"That belief in Christ is to some a matter of life and death has been a stumbling block for readers who would prefer to think it a matter of no great consequence"

- Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood (1952)

"Hitler was “someone seduced by himself,” someone who was so inseparable from his words “that a measure of authenticity flowed over the audience even when he was telling obvious lies"

- Volker Ullrich, Hitler: Ascent, 1889-1939 (2016)

"Be adored among men,

God, three-numberéd form;

Wring thy rebel, dogged in den,

Man's malice, with wrecking and storm.

Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue,

Thou art lightning and love, I found it, a winter and warm;

Father and fondler of heart thou hast wrung:

Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then" 

- Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poems and Prose (1953)

"Victor Klemperer, who had escaped the February inferno in Dresden with his wife by fleeing to Bavaria, noted: “Now everyone here was always an enemy of the party. If only they really had always been that…The Third Reich has been practically forgotten.” Twelve years previously, the opposite had been the case, as Friedrich Kellner recalled all too well. When Hitler had come to power in early 1933, he wrote, many Germans had tried to prove “with the most threadbare arguments” that they had “always been National Socialists.”

- Volker Ullrich, Hitler: Downfall: 1939-1945 (2020)

"Is it not possible that one reason for the spiritual weakness of the church is her failure to honor God on the Lord’s day? Is it not possible that one reason our churches are not more effective in reaching the lost is because we are not practicing the Sabbath-keeping that brings us victory? Could this be true of us as individuals as well? Is it not possible that you continue to fall under the dominion of some particular sin because you have refused to sanctify God’s day in your heart? We lack victory because we have failed to recognize and utilize one of the God-given means of victory, while those who keep the Sabbath have victory"

- Joseph A. Pipa Jr, The Lord's Day (1997)

"It is not that man overcomes his estrangement as his soul deals directly with God in some sort of mystical experience. Rather, Jesus the stranger condescends to fallen man. This means that man’s redemption is inextricably bound with redemptive history, as God has progressively revealed Himself in covenant to His corporate people, culminating in His revelation in Christ. Knowledge of God is openly revealed in the concrete events of redemptive history in God’s condescension to His fallen creatures"

- J.V. Fesko, Word, Water, and Spirit: A Reformed Perspective on Baptism (2013)

"If Christ loved the weak believer to the extent of laying down his life for his salvation, how alien to the demands of this love is the refusal on the part of the strong to forego the use of a certain article of food [or anything else] when the religious interests of the one for whom Christ died are thereby imperiled! It is the contrast between what the extreme sacrifice of Christ exemplified and the paltry demand devolving upon us that accentuates the meanness of our attitude when we discard the interests of a weak brother. And since the death of Christ as the price of redemption for all believers is the bond uniting them in fellowship, how contradictory is any behavior that is not patterned after the love which Christ’s death exhibited"

- John Murray, Epistle to the Romans (1960)

"He felt his hunger no longer as a pain but as a tide. He felt it rising in himself through time and darkness, rising through the centuries, and he knew that it rose in a line of men whose lives were chosen to sustain it, who would wander in the world, strangers from that violent country where the silence is never broken except to shout the truth. He felt it building from the blood of Abel to his own, rising and spreading in the night, a red-gold tree of fire ascended as if it would consume the darkness in one tremendous burst of flame. The boy’s breath went out to meet it. He knew that this was the fire that had encircled Daniel, that had raised Elijah from the earth, that had spoken to Moses and would in the instant speak to him. He threw himself to the ground and with his face against the dirt of the grave, he heard the command. GO WARN THE CHILDREN OF GOD OF THE TERRIBLE SPEED OF MERCY. The words were as silent as seed opening one at a time in his blood"

- Flannery O'Connor, The Violent Bear It Away (1960)

"No one can travel so far that he does not make some progress each day. So let us never give up. Then we shall move forward daily in the Lord's way. And let us never despair because of our limited success. Even though it is so much less than we would like, our labor is not wasted when today is better than yesterday" 

- John Calvin, Institutes of the Christian Religion (1559)

"Our superintendence in instruction and discipline is the office of the Word, from whom we learn frugality and humility, and all that pertains to love of truth, love of humanity, and love of excellence. And so, in a word, being assimilated to God by participation in moral excellence, we must not retrograde into carelessness and sloth. But labor, and faint not" 

- Clement of Alexandria, The Instructor (198 AD)

Marion (The Big Nothing: Conclusion)

I came back to a town that I no longer recognize. 

Blocks torn down, houses raised, whole intersections completely redone. 

I stood on mountains of dirt that didn't exist and walked through neighborhoods that looked emptier than before.

The middle school has a completely different playground and the neighbor tore out the old treehouse in his backyard that was just besides the little track field. 

It looks small now. 

Huge air conditioning systems hung off the side of the building like a sort of metallic growth; it looked strange on the old brick walls. 

Not right. 

The feeling is uneasy; almost as if you couldn't be there.

Deep inside you knew that you couldn't be there anymore. That you were trespassing.

I could feel the memories rushing in. They all came in at once. 

The long school nights with my little radio blasting 88.3 KCCK Jazz while on the swing set. 

I found myself running out on that track field, gym shorts and crappy t shirt, I had just out ran the cocky middle schooler kid and had the whole school cheering for me. 

I kept running after the finish line and, when I finally slowed down, I struggled to catch my breath from the exertion and the excitement; someone gave me a bottle of water and a chocolate granola bar.

I can still feel it's hallways, they were like an awkward amoeba of a period before puberty; completely filled with people and still not knowing where the stupid classroom was. 

It was a sort of mad rush to finish something that always felt beyond your grasp with each end of the school year.

High school was worse. 

In middle school, all you had to worry about was getting to high school, but once HS came in, it became about identity and the future no one ever really told you about. 

You started recognizing the social status of yourself, the importance of the opposite sex, economics, the world, history, philosophy...yadda, yadda, yadda until it all ended with you looking around and asking yourself ''what had just happened?''. 

What was the...

My eyes were starting to burn into the empty track field until I blinked again. 

The black pavement. 

Reality.

We bled back into suburbia before people could emerge out of the school and try to slap charges on us.

We passed rows of the endless houses, picket fences, mowed lawns; they blended into the nameless neighborhoods and the empty streets. 

They were enigmatic. 

They never felt real until you saw their children in the classrooms and their parents at the bars. 

Halloween gave an almost ethereal look into the suburban lifestyle as it wasn't strange to find a family having a bonfire out on their driveway or their houses filled with people and boozed up adults that left the children to answer the doors for trick or treaters. 

Sometimes you could even see inside of the local rich kid's house to check out how they lived.

We passed these slightly familiar streets with a mild bewilderment; I couldn't believe just how much had changed. 

The Salvation Army was gone and the long empty field across it was filled with a new hotel and roundabouts. 

The town square was getting cleaner, painted with murals, and was slowly looking like the rest of Cedar Rapids; which had been set in motion, more or less, by the current mayor who has promised growth and new building projects since he started.

We turned and decided to go to the Suicide Bridge before it disappeared also.

Here, in Thomas Park, was the hub in between The Inch, Nick, and The Jaffer's houses.

Most of my teenage years were spent walking through it. 

It was a typical summer scene: the playground and splash park were filled with children, the sections with tables were filled with a birthday party, and families were lounging around picnic tables.

Actually..

Now that I think about it. I don't think I've ever seen this many people there on a single day.

From what I remember, it was mostly me walking through an empty park.

Sometimes, you'd see the high school sports teams training or the band kids practicing out by the field. It was always so empty. 

If I had any of group with me, we'd be ranting about school or some other personal drama that fancied us in those times. 

It never felt more than a pathway to a destination.

We got out quickly and headed up the small wooded part of the park. We walked up the big disc golf hill and followed one of the trails to the edge of them. 

I knew that they were building houses just on the other side of the trails but didn't realize the extent of it's progress until we tried getting to the top of the huge hill that made up the area. 

The trail was so overgrown that weeds were up to my chest but I hacked through it until I found myself overlooking someone's yard. 

This used to be it, a large hill, overlooking development and the beginnings of Cedar Rapids. 

I quickly realized that this was the development land and I was feet away from the porch of a 3 story house.

I turned and made my way to the other side of the park where the bridge was.

It stood like it always has; crippled and crumbling to time. 

I trudged up and down it once more. I saw there were more holes but it still stood there with it's graffiti.

I stood on top and looked over the edge and no longer felt a sinking feeling. I didn't feel like I belonged on top here anymore. 

What had remained in this town felt empty and small. 

The town was no longer ours.

I heard the beatings of life here like I had never had before. 

There were more bikes and joggers on the main trail and that meant this place wouldn't last much longer; they're bound to get restless at it's decay.

What was missing? 

What had changed?

I had my answer already but it didn't sink in until I was on top that bridge.

That same week, I spent most of it trying to put together another road trip. 

As far as I was concerned, it wouldn't be a problem, we'd get the Inchmobile up and running, and we'd get everyone together, or, get together whoever was available at the time; but I hadn't fully realized the deterioration of the entire thing as it had started. 

The Inch and The Jaffer have quarreled before, many times, and it would send the group (I, Nick, Jaffer, Inch) inactive for a few months, than it would eventually go back to normal, but it didn't this time. 

There were no longer any excuses to make and there was nothing left to say. Everything besides the group had allowed itself to change and thus led to its demise. 

I hadn't realized this death before because the entire thing had been the death.

The whole series of trips were a beating against death and time. 

It was absentmindedly put together to get the group back, and functioning, as it had been in the days of walking to each other's houses and late night wanderings together. 

These places were a backdrop of the old summers, the memories; things that were just as shells of their former selves as these same places back here were.

Most of the time, the places weren't even there anymore, and the fact is that the land had swallowed it all back up without much noise nor struggle; just the silent arm of time sweeping over it. 

In the same way, I'd return to these old places in this town and point out what had been done there, some backstory, and laugh about it.

It was a secret wish that the town would stay as a trashhole, as I remember it being, so that there was hope I could still show up at one of their doors and go out with plans on the fly and still have a bond of collective experience holding us together but it had become like paint over old light sockets, makeup on a corpse; a garden on top of a cemetery.

It was dead and I couldn't get over it. 

I found myself trudging through these places in order to remember the feelings and thoughts as if I had lost touch with my former self and in a way I definitely have. 

I walked through the decayed corridors expecting to see The Inch, Jaffer, and Nick waiting at the end of the hall for the next adventure. The nostalgia formed its own entire reality that felt more real than what it actually was.

What was the reality?

The reality was that we were a friend group trying to get through adolescence, through the homework, the pointless romantics; our own youthful angst. We became people, some of us more than others, cemented into our own circumstances and situations, so much, that we forgot to move on or never did.

Some of us never left where we started; expecting it all to begin there. 

We never left Marion and I was tired of it. 

The long nights spent walking, watching my friends bike through town, the times spent on roofs, time spent at the local stores, the crappy food eaten at friend's houses, the jokes and conversations; the endless stories. 

I look back at it all and begin to remember that those moments were very far and few between. I tried to forget and let nostalgia glaze over it.

Then I find myself being pulled into the past again, it repeats itself in a sick way, I started to remember all the things that had come with the past. 

These moments were the things I chose to remember and the reality was what I tried to forget. 

I'm forced to come face to face with my past self and see something so incompatible that I remember why it died; because it had to.

If those were the ''glory days'' then the present has no meaning. 

To spend the rest of one's life pursuing the old experiences and feelings was to be the pathetic figure who thinks that his younger years (or any sort of time) were the meaning of his own life; as if it began and ended at that fixed point of time.

Or as Ecclesiastes 7:10 says:

"Do not say, “Why is it that the former days were better than these?”

For it is not from wisdom that you ask about this" 

What is wisdom?

"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, the knowledge of the Holy One is understanding"

and

"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; A good understanding have all those who do His commandments" as Proverbs 9:10 and Psalm 111:10a says. 

How do we fear him and keep his commandments? 

We fear by recognizing:

His existence -

"For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse" - Romans 1:20

Our sin (wrong) against him in ingratitude and our judgment as a result, the reason to fear Him -

"For even though they knew God, they did not honor Him as God or give thanks, but they became futile in their speculations, and their foolish heart was darkened" - Rom 1:21

"because of your stubbornness and unrepentant heart you are storing up wrath for yourself in the day of wrath and revelation of the righteous judgment of God, who will render to each person according to his deeds" - Rom 2:5-6

This is fear of our Holy Creator who will judge us with wrath for our stubbornness and lack of faith and gratitude to Him. 

"Worship the Lord in the splendor of holiness; tremble before him, all the earth!" - Psalm 96:9

You see, this is the past that needed to die. 

The life lived in this past was what these verses are talking about. This was the reality that I was overlooking. This was behind the angst of youth. The trauma in my adolescence caused by my sin. The soul sucking absence of God. 

This reminder haunted behind every crumpled corner and over every pile of rubble. This was the past self that I was confronted with. 

Unfortunately, this is the present for most of us. 

There are those who are still living this, we cannot move on from this until we change. 

Everyone is guilty of this:

"The Lord has looked down from heaven upon the sons of men to see if there are any who understand, who seek after God. 

They have all turned aside, together they have become corrupt; There is no one who does good, not even one. 

Do all the workers of wickedness not know, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and do not call upon the Lord?" - Psalm 14:2-3

But there is hope. There is something beyond sin. 

God has offered us reconciliation, a quite different fear, in his son; Jesus Christ. 

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life" - John 3:16

''through Him [Christ] to reconcile all things to Himself, having made peace through the blood of His cross; through Him, I say, whether things on earth or things in heaven" - Colossians 1:20

''Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me will live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die'' - John 11:25-26

''For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep in Jesus'' - 1 Thessalonians 4:14

Now, we see fear in a completely different light. This fear of judgement is transformed through the cross of Christ:

''There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love'' - I John 4:18

Now, the fear in Proverbs 9:10 and Psalm 110:10 is fear that motivates those who believe in Him to obey Him. Our whole lives has been in rebellion towards him, now we find ourselves eager, in gratitude, to obey the one who saved us. Resting upon and trusting His power to sustain us to do what what pleases Him as we seek to please the one who saved us.  

''Thus you are to be holy to Me, for I the LORD am holy; and I have set you apart from the peoples to be Mine'' - Leviticus 20:26

"The fear of the LORD is the instruction for wisdom, and before honor comes humility." - Proverbs 15:33

"He said, 'Do not stretch out your hand against the lad, and do nothing to him; for now I know that you fear God, since you have not withheld your son, your only son, from Me.'" - Gen 22:12

"And to man He said, ‘Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; And to depart from evil is understanding.’” - Job 28:28

''So the church throughout all Judea and Galilee and Samaria enjoyed peace, being built up; and going on in the fear of the Lord and in the comfort of the Holy Spirit, it continued to increase'' - Acts 9:31

So what now? 

Life continues.

But life continues in an entirely different way that affects everything; our outlook on life, how we act, understand life. It is moving on. 

''When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things'' - 1 Corinthians 13:11

I moved on and realized that this nostalgia was deceitful. It was not wise to pursue it because it takes away your sense of reality. It loosens your grip on yourself, like a drug, feeling only the whispers of dreams and empty promises. 

Rather, there is a calling to live for the glory of God and waiting upon the promise of eternal life: 

''Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of your time, because the days are evil'' - Ephesians 5:16 

''to those who by perseverance in doing good seek for glory and honor and immortality, eternal life'' - Romans 2:7

''Brethren, I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus'' - Philippians 3:13-14

These memories that remain serve to remind of what God has done: 

"Memory...is not nostalgia or historical reverie.  It is far more profound than having a mental skill or a better-than-average ability to recall....

“The redeemed memory, as it works under God’s Spirit, keeps the living awareness of the present in line with a living awareness of the past.  Thus our gratitude and thanksgiving, which are spurred by a knowledge of the past, are linked to our faith and hope, which engage the present and look toward the future.  This gives continuity and wholeness to the life of faith that are indispensible to its growth and maturity.” - Os Guinness’ God in the Dark (1996)

 

Meanwhile, there is meaning in the present. You are here for a reason. 

 

"There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven⁠" (Ecclesiastes 3:1)

"He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and to do good in one’s lifetime; moreover, that every man who eats and drinks sees good in all his labor⁠—it is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will remain forever; there is nothing to add to it and there is nothing to take from it, for God has so worked that men should fear Him. That which is has been already and that which will be has already been, for God seeks what has passed by" (Eccl 3:11-15).

Behind the empty streets, on the empty back roads, and past the decayed towns that cry for life; there is this sentiment that is embedded within creation itself:

''For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now'' - Romans 8:19-22

 

We progress forward on the paths that are in the hand of God and experience new feelings and capture new memories. The memories are a catalog that is meant to remind us of God's faithfulness. We either learn from this, be thankful, and progress, or we forget; only to be reminded of life's harsh realities, on account of sin, and are called to repent. 

"If we cannot say who we have been, we can never know who we are.  Our humanity lies not in mastery over the construction of our life story but in the virtues by which we accept the limits of the body, live truthfully in the face of the past, and seek to give new meaning to what is painful or misguided in that past" - Gilbert Meilaender, The Freedom of a Christian (2006)

''The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man'' - Ecclesiastes 12:13 

The End