And the walls came tumbling down

I am on a journey.  This journey has proven to be arduous and long.

I am on a journey back to feeling. 

At one time, I used to feel everything.  Certain instances would bring me to tears or at least deep-rooted feeling.  I could empathize or sympathize with my fellow man with divine ease. 

A few years ago, during my Dark Night of the Soul, I think I decided to stop feeling, simply because I was feeling too much. I was experiencing depression and my solution was to stop.  I have developed a fortress around my heart and my emotions that is virtually impenetrable.  Sincere stories of conviction or tragedy, I meet with great cynicism and skepticism.  I am always questioning people’s motives and intentions.  I am on a journey, much like that of Joshua.  I am in the process of clanging my cymbals and blowing my horns to bring this wall down, but, as Josh knew well, it is not the sound of the horn that destroyed the wall; it was the submission of the people to the power of God.
Good bye Jericho.