/the eternal footmen
I am part of a consortium of writers, thinkers, pastors, and most importantly, friends who are writing in a spiritually exhausted epoch. Our world is a world of questions, and our faith is a faith fraught with doubt. We love a God we can never understand, and we serve a church we can never truly reform. We are writers stuck between the messiness of earth and the holiness of God, and we are afraid.
The eternal footmen’s desire is to call men to the only death that leads to life. We are the bloody fists knocking at the door, the rusty scythe tapping on the window, the imbecilic watchmen heralding in a storm everyone should see coming. We are the idiots telling tales of sound and fury, all with the hope that somebody somewhere will wake up from their slumber, wake up from this post-everything world, and step into the rest of the true Eternal Footman, Jesus Christ.
We are also lovers of the word, hoping to become true writers telling the one true tale. Thus, this.