Dear Christine,
Tonight we skyped again. Recently we've been talking a lot over Skype since we both have the time to. My heart aches so much. It's like a bag of explosives. I'm not sitting here clutching my heart but hell I might as well be. We talked about the future. I asked you what you want to do with your life. You told me "I won't lie to myself. Humans will always be selfish. I am a human". Ah you are so right and so wrong. It is possible to want otherwise. It is possible to strive for selflessness. It's not idealistic. It's idealistic, possibly ridiculous to think that we can do it ourselves though. There is a grace that is sufficient for our human incapacity.
How can I tell you that He changes everything and that's why He's God? And our philosophical comments? We'll think they are ridiculous. He obliterates them because all truth we need to know has been made plain for both of us to see. You told me that the world needs different people, some more spiritual people and some more practical people. It was your respectful way of saying "I respect who you are but everyone can't believe in a God, overall progress in the world would not be achieved". You told me this in reply to what I said "what is this short human life within the frame of eternity?". Dude, having someone die for me has given me all the practicality I require. There is no time for idleness. Yes, everything under the sun is done in vain but that describes the struggling on this earth and harvesting dusty returns. But there is much to do for the beauty beyond this time.
How badly do I not want you to miss out. I want you to share the future with me. Ah where do I begin? I told you before I ended the call that I was doing something for you. I'll write you letters. Me- this awful writer and explainer will write to you in hopes that you will see the clarity of life as presented to us soon.
With enormous love and hope for you and your beautiful life,
