Dreams show you the utter transparencies of your heart, make you watch how you would react to certain situations in real life. The scene I watched in private was disgusting enough in and of itself, but, since my heart and mind have become so numbed by the immoral norm of American entertainment, in normal life I would have thought that talking about raping, chopping, and burning an innocent young woman wasn’t inappropriate, nor even when they force her onto the ground showing what’s about to happen, that’s not inappropriate either. And not even when it’s in public, on a bus when people are forced to watch it, do I think it’s inappropriate. But the blonde girl in front of me obviously thought it was inappropriate. Perhaps she was especially offended, identifying with the blonde girl in the movie, putting herself in her shoes, feeling vulnerable and threatened.
Crisis Philosophy: Symbolism of Dream October 28, 2014
The god of Embarrassment October 22, 2014
I worship the god of Embarrassment. Not in the same way I worship Jehovah. For I worship Jehovah in praise and great joy and love and gratitude and rest. But I burn incense on the altar of Embarrassment in great fear, so as to appease his spirits, to pacify him a little longer that I might have partial relief. And yet Jesus said, you cannot serve two masters. For you HAVE TO love one and hate the other. You cannot serve both God and Mammon. But I don’t serve Mammon; I serve Embarrassment. And that HAS to change! For right now I’m not open to doing ANYTHING God tells me to do, only those things which don’t conflict with my previous commitments to Embarrassment. And so I bind the hand of God from healing this suffering world. Just so I can live in an illusory comfort zone, hiding behind my rituals and tradition, trying to worship a man-made idol.
On the Tips of our Tongues April 24, 2014
Father, order my thoughts and make them words.
There is something on the tips of all our tongues. It’s the look on the face of a dying man, just released from the hospital, sitting with his eyes closed listening to his friends read a book with him, resting in the gift of that moment. There’s something there. Something so powerful that I’m speechless, and I don’t dare to interrupt the embrace of that bliss. We all felt it but we couldn’t grasp it; we didn’t know what to do except savor it before it was gone. There are no words for that feeling. We just don’t get it. It’s on the tip of our tongues but we can’t say it. On the tip of our hearts and souls but we cannot comprehend it.
It’s when a random song starts playing and it unexpectedly brings you to your knees, brings tears to your eyes, and all you can think to do is stretch out your hands to praise God, the only one you can think to attribute such euphoria to. We don’t understand why or how, but it’s there. There’s something there which we just can’t get at.
But very soon all will be complete and we will see it as it truly is. We will become real and experience reality. We will sense with maximum perception. For we will no longer glimpse the divine with fleeting experiences, but we will live the divine.
When you smell a fragrance you haven’t smelled since childhood and the nostalgia overwhelms all your senses and melts you inside, bringing you close to unconsciousness, it is a taste of what is to come. Though right now we can only taste it on the tips of our tongues. There’s something happening in our midst that is deeper than anything we can ever know right now. Something is about to burst at the seams. And when it does we will look back and laugh at our finitude. But until then all we have are snapshots into the Director’s commentary, glimpses of the divine.
“Why are you asking Me to give you trust in Me? Do you trust Me?
And why are you asking Me to give you love for Me? Don’t you love Me?”
A Man After God’s Own Heart March 6, 2014
I think of a child running through the meadows, wide-eyed with wonder, a radiant smile, hands outstretched to Heaven, spinning around, throwing up flowers to the sky, to God. Taking in the mountains and fields, loving life, rejoicing in it. Loving God who he can feel there with him, who he knows intimately, talks to and praises openly, with all his heart, thanks God for the beauty of nature, which he knows are God’s gifts to His children, fruit of His love.
And God responds to this innocent boy, perfect in heart, by coming alive around him. As the boy runs, the flowers around him open up, the clouds part to reveal a beautiful sunset, a breeze blows his hair, light shines down on him, birds fly by, deer appear. It’s the manifestation of God smiling and hugging the boy, telling him how much He loves him. And likewise, as if trying to hug back just as hard, the boy shouts at the top of his lungs, “LORD! I love you with all my heart!!!”
And being overwhelmed with this euphoric experience he falls backward into a soft bed of flowers, eyes closed, no longer focusing on the manifestation of God, but rather God Himself, there beyond the senses. He doesn’t know what else to do except whisper over and over, “I love You. Thank You. I praise You.” Then his joy reaches the next level where his smile turns into a frown and tears of supernatural joy freely flow from his face. The boy doesn’t care who sees or about anything else going on, because all he cares about is loving and worshiping God as much as he can.
[written with my left hand, while my right was sprained, on 1/16/14]
My Valentine February 15, 2014
[written on 1/25/14 with my left hand, during 24 hours of silence; posted in honor of Valentine’s Day!]
If you’ve gone through a whole day without loving God, trusting God, or truly focusing in on Him/tuning into His voice… then you failed your top priority of the day. The day was a failure. You got an F. You didn’t pass the test of loyalty. After all, isn’t this the greatest commandment in the Old and New Testament, and indeed the meaning of life? “Love the LORD your God with all your heart…”
If you don’t feel love for God in your heart something is wrong. Stop everything you’re doing; take off from work if you have to. Until you’re right with God, until you get to the place where you can honestly ask God to give you opportunities to proclaim His name today, to proclaim your Love. And then go out actually looking for those opportunities.
God wants us to love Him like a lover — like in Song of Songs — consumed with Him as if we have a crush. God wants me to run out through the fields to find a tree that I can carve a heart with both our initials in it.
We always put God on the shelf, getting Him out when it doesn’t conflict with anything else. But why not put everything else on the shelf until it doesn’t conflict with God? Why not love God and trust Him even if it means we die? [21514- As my friend, Spencer Argow, pointed out to me last week, the last time I saw him before he died: “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in Him.” ~Job 13:15]
[I should note that writing this article is my very act of living out my advice, as this came to me during a time when I have so much stuff people want me to do, and I chose to put it on the shelf until I’m right with God again. It’s kind of corny, I know, but that’s the point!]
Lonely God February 8, 2014
[1/27/14- while listening to John Reuben’s I Pictured It]
Lonely god. A phrase I thought of a week ago. How truly sad it is, this creator god who creates children to love him, but instead even the best of us confine him to increments of our time disproportionate to our other affections. What a shame that I truly care more for his children than I do him, the very one by whom I exist. I’m scared to lift my hands in praise to him because I care more about what my brothers and sisters think, than what my father thinks. He gets excited when an opportunity arises for us to talk about him, to mention him like we would a lover. But when we think he’s not looking we change subjects or imply that we don’t even know him. And his smile becomes a frown as he turns his head and leaves before we see him and realize he overheard us. And I feel this god crying out in the wilderness, saying, Why won’t anyone come live with me? Why only brief visits? Is it the way I look? Or is it because we don’t have anything in common? Nothing to talk about? But oh, my child! Don’t you have more in common with me than anyone else? Shouldn’t you have more to talk about with me than anyone else? You are made from my own genes.
What would happen if we went to live with this god? And got his advice and encouragement all day? Ran to him when we were injured or rejected, knowing he would only run to us, embrace us in love and cry with us. And there, resting in between his shoulders, we could feel his heartbeat. [Deuteronomy 33:12]
People are actually dying around us and yet we are still too afraid to just trust God, to just praise Him as much as we know how, and let him come to us and supernaturally change things, for the best of our own lives and ultimately everyone we are connected to. People are on the verge of dying and will one day not be able anymore to feel the effects of the reckless faith we could have had. And God cries out to us: Why won’t you just trust me?! What have I ever done to you that you would doubt me like this?
O Moses! What did you find out there in the wilderness?
O David! What did you find out there in the wilderness?
O Jesus! What did you find out there in the wilderness?
Courage January 25, 2014
Just because you’re not afraid right now doesn’t mean you truly aren’t afraid. Change your circumstances and see if you’re still unafraid. It’s then that you will realize you’re living in fear. Not happening to feel fear at this moment is not the same as having courage. Courage is a way of life, just like fear is a way of life — regardless of the circumstances. While fear is passive and pessimistic, courage is active and full of faith. You only live once, so which life do you want to live? A mediocre one or a legendary one? For all in life is a choice and every moment in life is a step: a step inward or a step outward.
We hide behind excuses and shelter our timid selves with the lie of the world which says we’re supposed to be afraid. And we willingly blind ourselves so we can ignore the fact that the path to courage begins with just one small step. It’s so much easier to be lazy, to be passive, to stay in our comfort zones and be miserable. The miserable life is an easy one to live, but a happy one is very difficult. Because friends and confidence and blessings come from rejection, trials, and sacrifice.
So we’d rather just pretend the world knows what it’s talking about when it says you were born this way, that your identity is either fearful or courageous, so there’s no use in fighting it. But is that realistic? Isn’t it more realistic that our brains and bodies adapt to our surroundings and the habits we determine for them? Maybe some people have natural tendencies towards fear or courage, but who of us hasn’t had a moment of fear and courage? It proves that if we’ve had courage before we can have courage again. Some of us just have to fight for it harder than others, and some of us aren’t willing to fight at all. But the fight is only one step at a time, and the first step is the hardest. And then we can take another step outward, toward a lifestyle, to a habit of courage. Why not choose a life of courage? You will choose your next step. Posting this was my small step towards courage. What is yours?
[written with my left hand]
The Boy and his God January 6, 2014
[written on 1514]
2 Kings 19:32 Therefore thus saith the Lord concerning the king of Assyria, He shall not come into this city, nor shoot an arrow there, nor come before it with shield, nor cast a bank against it.
33 By the way that he came, by the same shall he return, and shall not come into this city, saith the Lord.
34 For I will defend this city, to save it, for mine own sake, and for my servant David’s sake.
The thing that moved me so profoundly about that last line was the fact that this was spoken to Hezekiah, king of Judah, 300 years after David’s death. What was it about this one man David that would cause the almighty creator of the universe to honor him as such that hundreds of years later He continually mentioned him by name and continued to bless his descendants on his behalf? How was David different than everyone else in Judah’s history? David was by no means faultless, having committed adultery with Bathsheba and then killing her husband to cover it up. And even later in his life–a life filled with polygamy and violence (the latter keeping God from allowing him to build a temple for Him)–David’s arrogance caused 70,000 Israelites to be slain. Yet throughout the books of the Kings God refers over and over to David as His servant, a man after His own heart, and “perfect in heart.” What was it about David that was so great that it overshadowed all the evil he had done and then put him on a pedestal for everyone to model after?
It all goes back to why David became king in the first place. Unlike all the kings after him, he was not from the royal line–becoming a king simply because he was born into it. There was no royal line yet.
1 Samuel 13:13 And Samuel said to Saul, Thou hast done foolishly: thou hast not kept the commandment of the Lord thy God, which he commanded thee: for now would the Lord have established thy kingdom upon Israel for ever.
14 But now thy kingdom shall not continue: the Lord hath sought him a man after his own heart, and the Lord hath commanded him to be captain over his people, because thou hast not kept that which the Lord commanded thee.
Saul was a tall, handsome, respectable man and fit the image of “The King of Israel” more than anyone else, but his heart wasn’t perfect. Now God looked throughout all of Israel to find one whose heart was perfect, though he might not fit the image of “The King of Israel”.
So God sent His prophet Samuel to “Jesse the Bethlehemite: for I have provided me a king among his sons.”
1 Samuel 16:6 And it came to pass, when they were come, that he looked on Eliab, and said, Surely the Lord’s anointed is before him.
7 But the Lord said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.
It turned out that of everyone in Israel the LORD could have chosen, He single-handedly selected the youngest and least likely of Jesse’s sons to be king. Instead of a tall, noble, robust man like Saul He chose a young, humble boy who was merely in charge of looking after his father’s sheep while his older brothers prepared for war.
Here was a young boy, alone with his sheep each day, amazed by the majesty of God in nature, and singing and playing songs to praise God. Through the years he came to know and love God intimately, and was unashamed of his love for God, singing it at the top of his lungs for all to hear. It was in those fields that God established his faith, delivering him from the wild beasts that preyed on his sheep, showing him who his shepherd was. Of everyone in Israel, the LORD had a special, intimate relationship with this boy, and He knew this was one who had the makings of the perfect king. A king who would be unashamed of his love for God, dancing for Him in the streets for all to see, yet worshiping alone in the house of the LORD. A king who loved reading and meditating and proclaiming the word of the LORD — not just the exciting stories in the Bible, but also its rules and decrees (he actually sang songs about the Law and how wonderful God’s decrees were!). A king who would trust in God for protection and success, not in armies to kill giants. A king who would follow the Law of the LORD with all of his heart, not even willing to defend himself against his enemy, Saul, because God had anointed Saul as king. And so the LORD gave all the kingdom of Israel to the shepherd boy David overnight through Samuel’s anointing.
Oh that I could live a life like David, and make such a mark on God’s heart that hundreds of years later God would still refer to me by name and bless people for my sake, even though I’m dead!
I think about 1 Kings 18:20 So Ahab sent unto all the children of Israel, and gathered the prophets together unto mount Carmel.
21 And Elijah came unto all the people, and said, How long halt ye between two opinions? if the Lord be God, follow him: but if Baal, then follow him. And the people answered him not a word.
22 Then said Elijah unto the people, I, even I only, remain a prophet of the Lord; but Baal’s prophets are four hundred and fifty men.
In all of Israel there was only 1 prophet of the LORD? And of all Israel gathered there, not one person would say they followed the LORD?! It’s sobering to realize that based on the way I sometimes dance around the subject of God in public, I myself would probably fare no better than the Israelites here if put to an intimidating test like this. And I can’t help but wonder if when 2 Chronicles 16:9 says, “For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him,” if the LORD’s eyes would stop on me, and say, “Now, here’s a man after my own heart.” When the standard of men like that is set to Elijah and David, I know I don’t make the cut, and that grieves me.
What changes do we need to make in our lives to be men and women whom the eyes of the LORD will not pass over? What is stopping us from living reckless, kamikaze lives of faith like David–going up against a giant with only a slingshot and boasting about it to him?
And what would happen if we did risk everything by trusting in God completely (risking our reputations, our personal desires, our control)? Something like this:
After a series of evil and mediocre kings in Judah, all of the sudden came along 25 year old Hezekiah, of whom 2 Kings 18 says, “And he did that which was right in the sight of the Lord, according to all that David his father did.” What a stir would that cause (actually living like David did) in a country where immorality and “tolerance” had become the norm of society? Imagine a president showing up all of the sudden and reforming all of our laws to be more strict morally, and less tolerant of religions besides our country’s founders’ religion, and outlawing everything that goes against the original intentions of our Forefathers and the Constitution? That would take some serious guts. Hezekiah did what he believed God wanted him to do regardless of what everyone else thought; he was unflinchingly courageous in his faith and love of God. So what became of a man that lived like that?
2 Chronicles 30: 26 So there was great joy in Jerusalem: for since the time of Solomon the son of David king of Israel there was not the like in Jerusalem.
2 Chronicles 32: 29 Moreover [the LORD] provided him cities, and possessions of flocks and herds in abundance: for God had given him substance very much.
30 And Hezekiah prospered in all his works.
And when the king of Assyria came to conquer Judah, Hezekiah never even had to lift a sword, though indeed the battle was very real, but the Lord Himself fought for Hezekiah (as referenced in the scripture at the beginning of this post). Oh that I could be a Hezekiah who when presented with the worst letter imaginable (a letter from the Hitler of the day saying he’s coming for you next!), takes the bad news and, before doing anything else or consulting anyone, brings it into the house of The LORD to lay it before Him and ask for His help. Outrageous faith and devotion to God is accompanied by outrageous blessings of God. Whereas in the past God would bless the kings in battle by allowing them to defeat their enemies through their own swords, for Hezekiah God sent out an angel to destroy the Assyrian army, while he and everyone stayed safely inside Judah [See 2 Chronicles 20 for a similar story with righteous king Jehoshaphat]. And even on his death bed, when he cried out to God to remember how he had served Him wholeheartedly, God heard his prayer and gave him 15 extra years of life. Oh that we would live likewise and give God a reason to do amazing supernatural things!
So how can I become like that shepherd boy that God blessed so much? I believe that years before Samuel anointed David as king, David’s heart was open and surrendered to God, and so through the years God gave David more opportunities for his love and trust to grow. Until finally David was “perfect in heart” and then, being ready, God raised him up to do amazing things he would have never guessed. David didn’t love God so that he could one day be king, he loved God because God is more worthy of our love than anything else, and he would have been content to live the rest of his life in those fields with God, his treasure, the most important thing in life. What more of a blessing could David have been given than a life in the wilderness, with great amounts of time to spend with his loving God? Certainly not armies and kingdoms and women and riches.
I have to love the LORD my God with all my heart and mind and strength. Of course that can only be done perfectly through the provision of God, orchestrating my nature and nurture, so I have to ask for the provision of God — for God to open my heart and mind that I can love Him as David did. But it’s really not as intimidating as it sounds; it’s actually so simple. God’s not asking us to drain our energy and finances in service to Him, or even to make the biggest impact possible. God’s just asking us to love Him right now, as much as possible, as best as we know how. That’s it. Then, to keep loving Him as much as possible in the next moment and the next. As long as it is right now. And in that love, God will show His love for us more clearly and give us experiences to grow our relationship and trust until we love Him intimately and publicly without embarrassment, and trust Him unrealistically. And when our hearts get to the point of being perfect God will zap us wherever He wants us to be, even if it makes as much worldly sense as a shepherd boy being anointed as king overnight.
So for me personally, am I willing to give up everything that makes sense to simply love God with all my heart? Am I willing to give up my ministry and my giftings and callings and all the ways I think I can make the biggest impact with my life to be seen as a fool for God? Or am I hiding behind my so-called ministry, so I have an excuse not to do something embarrassing? Am I really willing to dance before the LORD with all my might in public and worship Him intimately in the lonely wilderness? Willing to do embarrassing, corny, cliche things like talk about how much I love Him around people that don’t even believe in God? Maybe God won’t call you to do that, but would you be willing to if He wanted you to? If for no other reason than He just felt like asking you to do it, and He is worthy of it? I’ll do it. Whatever You want. Not because it makes sense, but because I love You and care about You. Here am I, Your servant, Your instrument; send me. I know that whatever You want me to do, You will enable me to do it.
Why don’t we believe that if we love and trust God with all our heart that everything will be alright, and indeed better than just alright? What’s the worst that can happen? We experience pain. And then it’s over. Are you okay with something bad happening to you?
And while you should never even entertain this thought, just for a moment let’s entertain it: What would actually happen to you if you took a risk and trusted God despite the circumstances? What if you choose to trust God despite the circumstances and he doesn’t come through like you want? Well, really, what’s so bad about that? What if you go down in history as the person whose life fell apart and he died, but he trusted God until the very end? Isn’t it true that we will never see all the things God is doing before we die? Why not trust God regardless of how things turn out, if for nothing more than being obedient to God who has commanded us to trust in Him?
Daniel 3:16-18: “Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, answered and said to the king, O Nebuchadnezzar, …Our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.”
As Oswald Chambers put it:
“Our Lord has a right to expect that those who claim to be his should have an understanding confidence in him. But too often our trust is in God up to a certain point; then we go back to the panic prayers of those who do not know God. We get to our wits’ end, showing that we have not the slightest confidence in him and his government of the world. He seems to be asleep, and we see nothing but breakers ahead. ‘O you of little faith!’ What a pang must have shot through the disciples. And what a pang will go through us when we suddenly realize that we might have produced downright joy in the heart of Jesus by remaining absolutely confident in Him, no matter what was ahead.”
And as the LORD Himself put it in Joshua 1:9 Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
God is pleased so much by our ACT of faith, our CHOICE to obey Him by believing, regardless of the circumstances, regardless if they measure up to the world’s standard of being realistic. The supernatural by definition isn’t natural, therefore it’s unrealistic, thus God is unrealistic. And hallelujah that He is unrealistic!!! Because that means He does unrealistic things like coming through for us in our times of need. Is it realistic that the almighty, infinite Creator of our world would choose to become a helpless baby, born in a stable, raised in the ghetto, later become homeless, and finally tortured and killed as a criminal? No, we serve an interesting, unique, mysterious God, who isn’t the kind of God we would make up if we tried. We serve a God who would rather dwell in a tent than a golden palace. He has his own personality. And why would you want anything different? Not only do I love You, God. I like You. I like who You are and the way You do things. You are an amazing, cool God.
And when we love Him and have great faith in Him he likes it. He really likes it. A lot. You know how I know? Because in the Bible His favorite people, who He blessed the most, were those who had a genuine, loving, unashamed, trusting relationship with Him. God wants us to rejoice in Him, to be excited about Him, to let Him be part of everything we do. So that whether we eat or drink or whatever we do we give glory to God (just as he commanded us to have feasts in the Old Testament to be glad and celebrate Him!). He wants us to sing praises to Him, and chant His name. Applaud Him and do fist pumps in the air with pride, saying, “They’re no match for my God. My God can do anything!”
I know this is true personally. Since having this revelation and living life like David lived it day by day, all of the sudden God has come out of the woodwork: putting the right people into my path at the right time, giving this shy introvert an unabashed passion to worship him publicly with tears (not caring what anyone else thinks), hope and peace in the midst of dark circumstances (valleys of the shadow of death) where normally I’d feel afraid and doomed, and an authentic desire to seek out opportunities to proclaim my loving relationship with God to friends and neighbors and anyone God gives me the opportunity to.
We only live once. Why not go all out, taking risks to serve God with all our hearts, even if we die? Live the kind of life that would make someone name their child after you.
After we’re all long gone, only the best of us, even the kings, will get only a sentence in a history book. I want mine to say: “And he did that which was right in the sight of the Lord, and walked in all the way of David his father, and turned not aside to the right hand or to the left.”
*The musical soundtrack and audio reading of this essay can be found here: https://soundcloud.com/thesecretofdavid
The Great Commission hinders The Great Commission? October 2, 2013
Right now I’m sitting in a gazebo in a garden mausoleum with pink roses outside to my right as it rains. I’m also getting bitten by a mosquito at the moment, sucking my blood in the midst of the dead people who have no more blood. Sucking the life out of me in the land of the lifeless. There’s something profound about all of this, but I can’t pinpoint the significance.
There’ve been a lot of family deaths lately but I don’t really care. Because families are awkward. I put awkwardness above family. I give awkwardness and comfort more priority than my own family, my own flesh and blood.
Why am I anxious around my family? Because something inside of me feels guilty and sad and fearful that they do not know Jesus and have a relationship with him and thus are not going to heaven. So to escape from the subconscious pain and the awkwardness of my responsibility to share that with them I just avoid them or make awkward small talk. I can’t just enjoy being with them as family or truly, genuinely want to spend time with them for who they are and love them, because this important, spiritual obligation trumps family and love, so it seems to get in the way. I’d rather just forget about my family and in so doing forget about my responsibility to them.
How interesting it is to remember the week that I essentially renounced Christianity and how that instantly broke down the barriers between me and other people because there wasn’t this looming, overshadowing feeling of guilt and responsibility. And I was more likely to hang out with people just because they were people and I wanted to hang out. I would show them love simply for the sake of love with no ulterior motives and no agenda. It didn’t matter to me then what people do with their lives because there was no overarching Law to follow, no worldview they needed to understand. So instantly I was in the same boat as they were. No better than them, them no better than me. We were just people.
So what is it now — now that I’m a Christian again, now that I once again feel awkward around family and friends and strangers — that is keeping me from spending time with people, and just being people with people, and showing them love?
It is because I am a Pharisee. I love the rules and I like everyone following the same rules. It makes everything structured and comfortable, and if they are following the rules then I don’t have to worry about them and I don’t feel a responsibility to help them or better them. [Of course I forget that “rule-breakers” in my eyes are just breaking different rules than the ones I’m breaking.]
So what is better? To spend quality time with my family if it means forsaking the Great Commission, or taking the Great Commission with me to family gatherings (making them awkward and tense) fixing a wedge between my psyche and my family?
Wouldn’t it be better for me to spend time with people simply for the sake of spending time with them, and loving them, not to influence them towards Christ, but simply to love them? Love my fellow human beings simply because they are my fellow human beings, my fellow souls, on this planet with me trying to figure out eternity. Together in the here and now, in the physical, inevitably moving towards death and the unknown together.
God is love, so maybe when they feel love they will feel God, who is Christ, and he will reveal to them the face of love. And maybe he will use me to reveal it. One thing’s for sure, soon enough we will all be dead — one by one — and there will no longer be anymore opportunities to love.