I expect that passing from one age to another feels a lot like this. I am praying for Pope Francis daily. Soon he will be the last of the major global leaders who still believes that in each individual human person rests the image of God. This idea has never been under more threat in my lifetime. Once this idea is extinguished all manner of hell will be permissible. It does feel very much as though night is falling. Still, as long as I have breath I intend to witness to the existence of the light.
Bob Dylan has taken on a special meaning to me of late. This recent song is a treasure:
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