I think Jackson Browne may have said it best: There comes a point when you’re not sure why you’re still talking; I passed that point long ago. I mean really, in a world where supposedly responsible people are spouting off such unadulterated hatred, in a world that is essentially hostile enough to Christian faith that it isn’t likely to listen to an interpretation of its symbols even if they aren’t based in a first century world view, in that world, I’m finding it difficult to find my voice. We could all use some encouragement. I try here, but I don’t know . . . it’s been a ridiculously hard week.