just noodling here...

     What of my identity, that continuity over time that should help define me?  I don't know that it exists, at least not in any way we comfortably imagine.  In Him, dear reader, we each have our continuity over time - for really now, this present moment that I inhabit, what is it but a vapor? are we substantial left to ourselves? what are we, what is this 'self', in any event?  No, only in Him do we move and have our being - our existence is, truly, none of our doing, but so too our essence...this by the bye is as true for those who deny him as for those who have been taken up into his communion through baptism.  There's only one difference, and it's all the difference...