Me:  I can’t shake it, I can’t shake the feeling…this can’t be okay, how is this okay?

Him:  it’s not; just keep speaking to it.  Remember the fire and remember the storm? Remember the waves and then say peace be still.  No one really believes in the absolute.  Don’t fault the kids, the parents don’t believe!  No one has been burnt.  No one has tasted of that fire.  But I will singe and I will scorch and it will be so hot that he will never turn back.  Turn back for what?  For what? There’s no pleasure in that.  Fire of God…it will be clear.