Kate, Carl and the Culture Wars

Dave and my mates think I'm delusional, that I've been forsaken, that I should move on and find myself a nice Kiwi lass. That's not going to happen.

Kate had a darn good reason for walking out apart from self-preservation. For as long as most people who know me can remember, I have been threatening to write "my book". My lone journey to another country has provided me the chance to get it done and, with that, the possibility of putting in place certain things for a new life with Kate. Though not quite as rousing as the Odyssey, or as theistic as Paul Kingsnorth's conversion, I hope that what I have learnt can add something to man's self-understanding.

Though gut-wrenching in its severity, her leaving and utter silence brought into relief the implications of unconditional love, Jesus' most fundamental instruction. I had to trust in what is eternal between us, a process that made me a better, more balanced man.

No more need to know what I already know in my heart. These days, I am singularly focused on the writing, convinced that each completed page gets me a little closer to my girl.