Lost in the billions of pages, both printed and electronic, our longing for viva vox, the living voice, intensifies. It is a voice that cuts through our misery and darkness, our pluralizing cacophony with the authenticity and exuberance of life itself. Amid the din of our age, we listen and we wait. For the voice of life.
Viva vox was a byword for historians in the ancient world. When given a choice, they opted for eyewitnesses over written sources. They strongly preferred relying on those whose hands had touched and ears had heard critical parts of the stories they were investigating. They fought to get the story right, and so must we.
The stakes can hardly be higher. If he is who he says he is, then there is nothing for us to do but throw away everything and follow him. More than our lives are involved. What can be more than life? Our eternity.
It is my hope to record, to engage and to ignite a passion for life, to uncover our true identities and to cast a vision for the everlasting that will impact our yesterdays, our todays, and our tomorrows.
Adding my voice, sharing my life, and inviting you to join me as we experience eternity. Today.
