Argh, I’ve slowed right down. I’m finding Jeremiah hard work.
I started a new job, as a writer for the salvation army. So now I’m sort of doing this for a living.
On the downside, it’s less pay and only a six month contract. The salvos are restructuring in a major way, so it’s quite likely to be a real six month contract too.
But in the upside it’s work, and good work. I’m enjoying the stimulation of a culture change and writing about things I care about.
Each chapter pushes despair further.
Ever more extreme predictions of disaster… This kicks off with a vision of the bones of ancestors being disinterred and treated as rubbish.
Ever more bleak about the inability of the people to respond. This chapter compares animal’s natural instinct for self preservation to the people self destructive behaviour.
And it ends with Jeremiah’s personal pain. Messenger guilt.
I’m loving the practicality of the salvation armies response. Do what you can, one life at a time.