From between the towering monoliths of Gods justice, and His mercy, a beleaguered and hungry pilgrim pleads from amongst the airy climbs of the gospels narrow pathway to the ambivalent travelers content upon lower, wider ways. He cries that others would capture just a glimpse of the sheep-gate of love that is found in the radical subjection of the Son. Re-discover the tragically hopeful message of the gospel lest ye forget from whence ye have been saved O Pilgrim s. Have we forgotten that If God spared us, that he did not spare His Son?
