Are we awake in the wind? We are such broken people sometimes. Sometimes we bear the weight of circumstances we can not control, like swimmers against hungry seas. I am heart broken most of the time. Oh, how the hurricane of money has ripped us from our families and our passions. Oh! How the love of money has ripped us apart…Oh! How the repercussions of an overly ambitious father are felt ten fold by the children! Our hidden, broken circumstances are sold for profits! They are treaded over in the rush to some empty opportunity. God forgive us! Forgive us our greed, My greed. It stings me now to think of it. We are indeed beyond cliche solutions and debates online are we not? What now? What are we when our spending power is exhausted? We are people. servants. children. lovers. fathers. dreamers. thinkers. passionately alive. believers. sinners bought. purposefully redefined and redefining.

Does it make any sense to engineer new things that can be crushed and thrown in the wind? We are souls! We are souls! We are souls! we are sold. we are sold. we are sold. We are beautifully designed; we are disgustingly marketed to. Good God I wish not a one was out in this bitter winter cold. I want to do more than wish; I want to work and not profit for a purpose. In our sick world, our abusive, coercive world; am i supposed to be a new voice? Or rather an endless reverberation of the Christ’s sermon on the mountain? Imagine the difference that could be made in spirit and in stomach. Let us not imagine for Lennon’s time has passed; now we must work. Now what use is anything else in this world if we don’t? Find who we are and find what we were called to be? Find humility like a solid gold doorway

-David J. from BOY PILOT