It is what it isn't.

Hi!, it's Sunday. And I hope these words find you curled up, or at least hunched over, in a safe and happy place.

I am thinking about the work it takes to live out my faith; how incredibly trying it is to face into the moral quagmire and come away with a clean complexion.

The worst thing? As a Catholic, I would say it's this spreading, blighting, relative soup between right and wrong; a murky film that pollutes our ability to clearly see the lines we are meant to walk and live.

Beyond the Church (and I include many Christians here), it's more just this great deception that has taken hold of a generation of people who are absolutely mercenary about what they want, without a clue for what they need.

Check that. The clues are thick as thieves, we just ignore them.

Where do I fit in all of this?

Well I'm somewhere. Aware of the darkening horizon and sinking terrain in both camps. And aware of my need to lob fire-tipped spears at dead and dying hearts ...

... for what it's worth.