Witt's End

There are serious mental health ramifications of every action that's occurring right now. One side of the political spectrum doesn't own this. One side doesn't have it demonstrably harder than another. WE'RE ALL HUMAN BEINGS. That's the truth of it. We're all just human and we're all hurting. Some of us worse than others. Some of us have lost a loved one. To a horrific illness. An inexplicable phenomenon hellbent on infecting as many people as possible, and indiscriminate in it's maiming or killing. It's so voracious that many loved ones are unable to comfort their loved ones as they pass. Robbed of a traditional closure. It's tearing them down. Many people are jobless. Scared of being homeless. Frightened beyond all reason as they struggle to put food on the table. Wondering why they're vilified for the most reasonable need. Some are in rural areas. Away from that virus that everyone keeps droning on about. But the droning one's have

Reading, listening, watching, I realized something. The apostles loved Christ. I mean they loved him. Not in some abstract way because he was divine, or the messiah, or the redeemer of their sins. But in a real way. Like you love a wife, a father, a daughter, your closest friends and loved ones. That's also how Jesus loves us. I mean this. This isn't some abstract thought. Something metaphysical. There are aspects of Christ's atonement that defy and exceed all of our understanding. But his love and devotion for his fellow man is not one of them. It was not just for his sacrifice he loves us. But for us as persons, individuals. That may seem like pure simplicity to some. That Jesus loves us. But I have found there is a difference in believing in Christ and believing him. In recognizing a historical and scriptural person, and developing that personal respect and devotion. At this point I feel I must digress for just a moment. I've had faith since my youth. Not alw