Somebody Save Me
When We Stop Pretending There are moments in life when the soul runs out of ways to manage itself. The usual strategies no longer work. The explanations feel thin. The image we have maintained (even the image we've maintained before God) begins to crack. What rises in that moment is rarely polished. It's not usually a tidy prayer or a carefully reasoned confession. It's more often a cry. A plea. A reaching outward from the point where self sufficiency fails. Scriptures are remarkably honest about where repentance often begins. It doesn't begin in poise or impressive spirituality. It begins when something real has broken through our illusions and we can no longer comfortably remain as we were. The Cry That Rises Out of Hunger Enos doesn't describe a man casually deciding to become more religious. He describes a man in whom something had sunk deep . The words his father taught him didn't remain at the level of information. They reached into him and...