<> Dear Invader, We sent missionaries out. Several groups of them. And I'm allowed to tell you that.
They have lots of authority, so they can either try to infiltrate your ranks, or join up with resistance groups, or try to find new places to live, or whatever. We don't have any idea what they'll find out there, so we just prayed for them, and let them go out, because they felt a need to go out. Also because we've been cut off for too long, and want to know we're not just an eddy of humanity, going down a drain without affecting anybody or anything. God doesn't call us to be eddies of living water, after all.
I don’t suppose you know what I mean.
I'm too tired to explain it.
I'm not sure I could, anyway.
You need a Bible. If you had a Bible, I could speak in shorthand like that, and you would still know what I meant.
Or maybe you wouldn't. If you're spiritually blind. After all, a lot of seed falls by the wayside and gets snatched away by birds.
Well, that's not a great analogy, because that story is about the Word, and not necessarily my applications of it.
And it's also something else that you have no hope of understanding without a Bible.
Maybe your Informer could get you access to a Bible. Check under Ancient Literature. It's a long shot, I know. My historian friend says that the government tends to discount the Bible as ancient literature that only shows how far human understanding has come since it was written, but at the same time they keep panicking and trying to erase it so nobody can see what it says. If they're so proud of how much smarter they are, does that make sense? To run from it, instead of crow over it, I mean?
I think it just proves that they know it's not a regular book, and that it really does change people. And that they've got hard hearts. It takes a hard heart to keep it from you.
I hope you can find one, in any case.
It would help.
<> Dear Invader, Me and my big mouth. I was telling Dad about how I felt like we were like living water swirling around a drain, and now he thinks we need to go out as missionaries.
Part of me is thrilled in a good way. Part of me is terrified.
Mom, of course, thinks we should do it.
Mom follows Dad's lead on stuff like this as a matter of policy, but I think she was already inclined to that view.
Now we're just waiting to see who will go with us.
<> Dear Invader, Well, this is awkward. Dad and Mom, after consulting the elders, decided that three of us unmarried kids in the family, including me, are old enough to decide whether to go or stay.
This is one time I wish no one thought I was almost a grown-up. I was resigned to doing whatever Dad decided I would do. This is crazy hard, deciding for myself.
It doesn't help that both my siblings, given the choice, decided to stay here. I'm thinking I ought to go.
This would almost be funny, by the way, if it wasn't so serious. My siblings want to go, but think they should stay. I want to stay, but think I should go. None of us has feelings and thoughts that line up, in other words.
Isn't being a human being just all sorts of fun?