As I mourn one. An extra is at my table.  One who ponders the questions in the night.  Comes to the barn in the wee hours.  Wrestling with the heaviness of life.  Searching.  So many come.  Needing. They seek the solace and rhythm of the barn. Something deep and rich. It is truth they seek. Elijah sought truth.  His life on this earth plagued with the inconsistencies he saw. You say what you claim to be, but act as if you knew not. Wise beyond his years. Destined not for this world.  It is a small solace to know he has all the answers he ... View Post