A righteous person tries to work justice in everything he does. I know a guy like that. Everyone calls him Hicks.
At a meeting recently he asked, "What are you doing here?" As in,
Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks in pieces before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer silence. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. Then there came a voice to him that said, ‘What are you doing here, Elijah?’[^1]
I'd already been thinking about that a lot and the answer I kept coming up with was "I dunno." But when a righteous man asks you a question it sorta pierces through all of the whatever and gets to the heart of the thing.
I can't not be there.
I've been wondering why I do this Beard. It's a small thing. Often frustrating. Time consuming. Lovely, beautiful, and inspiring, at least when Mark is writing. I dunno, there's lots of reasons, but I can't not.
Find the things that are like breathing. Do those. Can't not do them.
[^1]: 1 Kings 19:11-13. Nice bit of apophatic theology.