The Banzai Chronicles

And now, compelled by the Spirit, I am going to Jerusalem, not knowing what will happen to me there. I know only that in every city the Holy Spirit warns me that prison and hardships are facing me. However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me— the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace.

—Paul (Acts 20:22-24)

Fresh haircut, coffee and croissant in my belly, and a few moments to write. Though it's my day off, I have a significant to-do list, including some work items. This doesn't bother me— I'm continuing to enjoy increased focus and energy. I think I can have both work and rest today. On the agenda (and mostly just to sort my thoughts):

• Pay church bills, including rent and health insurance
• Line up volunteers for Sunday services
• Pick up Dave's bus pass
• Target run
• Cards/letters to the Littles, Jennifer, and Elis
• Call Apple about power adapter
• Call about hard drive return

Good conversation last night. At once disturbing and comforting to see in another's actions the person I once was, or the person I could have become if some of my circumstances were different. I pray he knows love, real love, and until then, I pray he is contained before he does more damage. He could be dangerous. I was.

I wonder about Bruce Wayne. Though he tirelessly carried on his nightly personal crusade for justice in cape and cowl, maybe there were times he was called simply to be Bruce Wayne, to direct his vast resources to more widespread philanthropic pursuits and catch up with a more mundane (but perhaps no less meaningful) life. In both identities, he could do good, even if his alter ego was more truly, deeply, passionately himself. He still had to be Bruce Wayne sometimes, and perhaps it would have been unfaithful not to be.

I'll keep watch for the signal in the night. In time.