Choose ye.

As I am made increasingly aware of the pain and struggle in the world, a world which is far closer to me than I care to allow myself, at times, to believe, despair rears its ugly head as triumphs become failures and as hopes come to naught.  And my attempts to salvage all that still exists to me?  Naught but gentle stirrings amongst the hearts and lives of those about whom I care deeply.

There is something which exceeds the grasp of humanity: offering a clear and enticing hope.  Ever-enticing, that is.  This is because love is only as suitable as I make him out to be.  But this is clearly an error, you see, for love is far more than "suitable.  He is exactly suitable, lacking nothing.  But I cannot explain exact suitability, sufficiency, sufficiently.  He must be met.  And indeed this is my greater aspiration, that all should meet him, beyond propositions and into reality.

But what must happen for this to become true?  I do not know.  I wish it--I pray it--with my very soul's utterances.  However, there are some who do not see, who's blindness very nearly causes me to wonder at my own sight.  Then, I realize it's all by grace.  That's why I want you to take part in it.  There is a choice, which itself must be graced.  And which, I believe, is already.  But, Oh! to make that choice....  Salvation is now, but not from nonsense or reckless abandon.  Not from trouble or hurt or strain.  Salvation from meaninglessness!  Embrace it.  Embrace him.  Embrace purpose, life, and hope.  Embrace love.  Only then can you understand that there is indeed an evidence for things not seen.

How to embrace?  Ask, and you will receive.  Seek, and you will find.  Knock, and the door will be opened to you.  Keep on asking, seeking, knocking.  Keep on.  Why give up hope when that's what we're all really looking for?  Why abandon gold in the middle of the rush?  This, unfortunately, is more than rhetoric.  More than universally understood to be a certain way.  But I give no answers at present; you have them to give.  What--hopefully whom, but I will not force you now--do you serve?  What--whom--will you?