The torrent struck the house, but could not shake it.

by Stephen

I’ve come to see that the saints were the ones who, while somewhere in their own tide of mischance, realized that yes, we are in fact held together by staples and fraying twine that we have crudely tied. They didn’t, however, try to fix themselves because their previous feeble attempts proved that idea ridiculous; proved them incapable.

Anything that falls apart does so because we built it ourselves.

“Though paper boats are not substantial, they are boats all the same.”  
Ecclesia, we cannot reside in that.

I so willfully give the concept of my heart, but I’m hesitant to crack my ribs and do what I promised and what is asked of me.