what is written will not readily make sense to anyone. that’s okay – if you’re here then you’re probably used to it.
you don’t need to be a believer in christ or catholicism to meditate upon the interpreted stations of christ. you don’t need to believe in love to observe as it gently eats away at all the misgivings you’ve built against mankind. you don’t need to pretend the smiles around the dinner table can erase the mourning felt at those no longer sitting there beside you. you don’t need to hide behind baseless voices who can’t interpret your pitch let alone your swing. you don’t need to connect dots in order to make sense to a nonsensical world, but when you become something they recognize – watch out, cause it’s probably love, and the power to change another’s heart is like being gifted with a home run never at risk for an out.