For a number of years now I observe the extreme over-use of the word “absolutely,” most noticeable in nearly every media interview, multiple times.

I don’t know how it started, or if someone or some show is responsible.

But it is so obvious, that surely others have noticed this as well.

Perhaps it is a subconscious effort to bolster confidence in the midst of these very uncertain days.

It seems people must say  “absolutely” so frequently about anything they can feel sure of now, to cover the growing, looming cloud hanging over us—where nobody has answers for the big questions.

I’m starting to see a few honest commentators and private individuals willing to say, “I don’t know.”

I welcome that, because we have to come to the end of our knowing, to admit we need help.

But most people today feel they cannot afford to stop, talk, and deal with the scary stuff encroaching our world.

There are two reasons why “I don’t know” is not yet heard widespread, but it will change soon.

One, to survive, everyone is focused on going to work one more day, to make it one more day, until the day we can’t.  We all hold on to the last shred of “absolutely” just as long as we can.

Two, to play it safe, everyone is aware that acknowledging the fear of the unknown requires action against the rampaging evil that is here now.  And such action costs everything.

I don’t know what to say sometimes, and writing is more difficult now.

I don’t know how to motivate those in positions with influence over an audience.

I don’t know how to get them to shift from saturation with documentation of evil, to rallying the remnant to resist the evil.

I feel that most of my writing is only a starting point.  There must be more.  Writers inspired many in the days of the American Revolution.  We need that today.

I don’t know how to organize and lead resistance that will make a difference, so I write to “make a difference in the parts that are for keeps.

I am led and compelled to be involved in all parts of life, for here and for hereafter.

There is a song that says, “When answers aren’t enough, there is Jesus.”

(a couple weeks ago)

This morning I saw the most awesome sunrise and super moonset at the same time.

It’s a day after 8″ of slow, drought-busting rain.

The air is clean and clear, except for God’s painting in the eastern sky for anyone who will notice.*

The full moon setting in the west was so bright in the clear air that it caught my eye before I looked at it.

I texted friends and children—it was too good not to share.

And I came to a profound conclusion:

I will believe in man-made climate change when man stops God’s masterpieces in the sky.

We have no idea how little we are.

We have no idea how great God is.

Anyone who cannot look up on a morning like this and acknowledge God, is a fool indeed.

*Sometimes I wonder as I notice extra special stuff in the sky, “What if at this very moment, I am the only person in the world who sees this and stops for time with God.  What an amazing personalized communication/connection with the Creator.”