There are people who chase storms. Adrenalin pumping rush of excitement. Looking to see something that most of us have not. I chased storms as a boy with my stepfather driving his vintage car. It was in the middle of the night so we saw little. Earl would peer out of his open car window looking for the direction to get out of the way of the tornado. A frightening proposition.

Storms are promised for this afternoon. Baseball size hail. Our climate is unsettled. We seek the whirlwind but the answer is not there. The thrill of the hunt is profound until you are on the wrong side of the hail.

What will the children read in the far future? Will they read of the end of the Republic? Or, will they study the Great Change of Directions. Will our leaders be thought as the catalyst of positive change or the fall of Rome?

Church has gone out of style for many but seeking faith has not. We are in a game of Hide and Seek. We want to look beyond the Veil and discover the Secret.

‘Neva J has gone behind the Veil again,’ Chet said. ‘She had a gleam in her eyes and a glass of Merlot in her hand,’ Chet continued. ‘Neva J said that Grandma A had beckoned for her to enter from the corner of the Veil with a wide smile,’ Chet noted. ‘Neva J told me that there are answers to the riddle and pieces to the puzzle behind the Veil,’ Chet said with sincerity.

‘Come in Neva J Preacher said we have been waiting for you.’ ‘Take a seat beside your brother Dutch he has been wanting to talk with you,’ Preacher assured. ‘The storms are bad and life is hard for so many,’ Preacher noted with concern. ‘Here is a shelter from the storm,’ Preacher assured. ‘Many are worried regarding political unrest,’ Preacher commented. ‘It was similar when I walked the Earth,’ Preacher smiled. ‘When God is forgotten men take his place,’ Preacher said. ‘Here we take time to consider the obvious pitfalls of narcissism,’ Preacher explained. ‘Helping others in word and deed was my message on Earth with no separation of who you love and who deserves our love,’ Preacher mused. ‘Dutch told me that he has not spoken with you since the Second World War,’ Preacher observed. ‘Wars and rumors of wars but the end is not yet,’ Preacher assured. ‘God is control of our lives and is not restricted by a building or cult or doctrine,’ Preacher whispered.

‘There is peace beyond the Veil,’ Neva J exulted. ‘There were people from every nation and time on Earth,’ Neva J said with excitement. ‘Nothing is lost and time stands still for reflection and renewal,’ Neva J said. ‘There were no puffed up full of themselves leaders spouting evil rhetoric,’ Neva J promised. ‘I did see a wolf lay down by a lamb,’ Neva J cried with joy.