A LOGOPHILE WRITES

        The last miracle,               the last message,                    the last supper. The only begotten Son came. He left heaven. He came to earth. Face to face with humanity:          with brokenness               with filth                    with darkness. Jesus came face to face with humanity : with the souls He helped His Father create : with the souls He helped form in the womb.          Created.               Chosen.                    Destined. He left heaven to hug them. He left heaven to heal them. Then He left earth to save them.          Separation.          ...

Writing takes time. And time is a precious thing. What happens when one wishes to write but finds no time to do so? I don't know either. Maybe one day I will. Regardless, I found some time! And I'm so happy to be here.  I was trying to decide what to write about. First of all, I thought I would discourse on blood because I just got done learning about it in my studies and found it to be such a fascinating thing. (I also just assumed the general public would all be interested too.) But then I decided I would share some thoughts I've been rolling around in my head after a very inspirational message at church the other Sunday. Eventually, I decided to go back to my original idea and talk about that substance that keeps us alive. I feel the need to explain something about myself right off the bat. (Maybe I'm just trying to be defensive and explain why I've found such a fascination with blood lately so hopefully you still think I'm normal.) I am a very curious person...