The morning after evening service I find the smudgy silhouette of the cross still on my brow. Living in the in-between it seems I cannot escape either entropy or redemption. I currently write and share this Substack for free, but if you enjoy what you’re reading and would like to drop me a tip, I’d sure be grateful:
The in-between is a tricky place to live. I’m trying to learn to inhabit the tension rather than resolve it one way or the other.