The watchman stood on the wall. He looked out to the horizon. Yes alert Watching Seeing Observing Sometimes it was hard being alone. Other times it was good. Then He saw it. A little bit of dust Kicked up in the distance. Just where the Land and Sky meet! He was alert He continued to watch Yes, it was getting bigger. Was it the wind? No It was! It was! Horsemen? Who were they? More alert than ever He continued to watch Then He saw it The colours. Not friendly colours So, He p

We trade our fondness for "fair" for the fondness of Christ within. Our internal scales demand a ledger for every injury, but the "cup o’ kindness" is an ontological return. It is the scandal of the first pour—offering restoration while the front is still up. Love doesn't permit the wound; it outscales it. When we turn toward the "trusty fiere" instead of the rift, our rifts dissolve. Justice and Peace don't just negotiate; they kiss. We take the cup "yet," and we are finally