My existence felt like divided post World War two Berlin separated by an enormous barbed wire lined Wall. One side characterized by the drab gray life of work and cultural navigation and the other side filled with spiritual hope and promise. When life got hard I would sneak across the wall under the cover of night only to return undetected before the Son rose. I dared not climb over the wall during daylight for fear of being gunned down by the…..
I wrote this book because I was tired of the daily commute between my sacred and secular lives. Everyday I was forced to sell a bit more of my soul at the tollbooth of hypocrisy. I discovered that my pockets were quickly running out of change and all I had left was the lint of despair. My secular life was crumbling and I didn’t have the spiritual currency to cross the bridge and seek refuge in the sacred city. It…..