Thou movest us to delight in praising Thee; for Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee. (source: Augustine’s Confessions, Book 1, chapter 1. See also the footnote.)

Part of this self-given title is quite literal: I am restless most days. It is currently 3 a.m. and I am not the least bit tired. When I fall asleep, I sleep as soundly as anyone I know, but I have trouble getting to that point. Neither therapy nor exercise has helped me achieve a consistent sleep pattern, although I would like to have one. I often feel like I am less than 100% during the day because I have not slept as much as I should have the night before.

Part of it is existential/metaphysical: I am ill at ease with the state of the world in which we live, particularly the country in which I live currently led by a man quite willing to invoke God whenever it suits his purposes. Lining up behind him are a long line of faithful Christians who are upset about all the wrong things. They go on TV and claim to represent Christians and Christianity, and yet I hear very little in their words that sounds like words Christ spoke.

It is here in these pages that I hope to work out my salvation with fear and trembling in ways that I hope will be useful (or at least interesting) to others.