There is a very thin layer, a fragile membrane between peace and calamity, between life and death.
It has no respect for place or persons.
I have experienced rupture a few times and I have been close to it countless times.
If you have not experienced it or have not been close, you do not live on this planet.
The fragility of existence calls for dependence on God.
In the twinkling of an eye, peace can become calamity.
I have survived rupture against all odds by depending wholly on the Truth.
I have avoided rupture against all odds by depending only on the Truth.
Hosts of wickedness encamp against me and death compasses me about, yet I am not swallowed up, I flourish.
Attributing my life to chance would be intellectual dishonesty.
I cannot but testify that my Redeemer lives, regardless of what you think or how politically incorrect I sound.
My continued existence, my thriving despite the fragility of existence prove to me He is “the way, the truth and the life.”