“Whatever” you say with a shrug of the shoulders in a nonchalant way. An overused word it’s a perfect catch-phrase dreadfully dismissive signaling to all, I am not in the mood. Indifference stumbles around waving away offers of soulful solutions in a tide of boredom creeping to another shore. Bombarded by jarring news apathy tunes out the endless noisy graffiti staring at us as protection wraps around the core of me. The passionless word occupies the now world growing contagious in a bewildered twilight of appalling paralysis. A knock on the door awakens me out of a lukewarm trance* to the Spirit moving gently cajoling me into building God’s kingdom brick by beautiful brick lest I am spittle on the floor of nothingness. And the detached fugitive sitting in an unnamed moment is stirred into action by the intimacy of surrender. *“So then, because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I will spew you out of my mouth.” (Revelation 3:16)