As spiritual defence has been on my mind of late – and there are more than enough people for me to remember – seeing again an earlier post by Roger reminded me of the reason for my desire to meet with brethren to talk.
The sign of the Cross is upon us, that we should be unashamed to confess the faith of Christ crucified, and manfully fight under his banner, against sin, the world, and the devil, and continue Christ’s faithful soldiers and servants even to the end of our lives. But there’s so much to guard, so much to buttress, so much to combat, day in and day out. Heckled by heresy, grieved by schism, but also uneasy about a thousand things within the Church, I know I cannot but write, but I also cannot see how I can go on. I hope not to sow empty seeds; I hope that the tender hands of those into which I sow will also pour wine upon my dry lips.
Perhaps I have a thorn in my side to keep me from hubris (cf. 2 Cor 12.7–10), but love suffers all the same.