I have decided to keep a journal to set down
all my thoughts and the simple events of my day.
I will keep this diary for one year,
and at the end of that time, it will be destroyed.
NESTED proudly presents
I encouraged my son to enlist.
It was a family tradition.
Six months later, he was dead in Iraq.
I was lost. Blessings, the reading of the Lord.
Praise be God.
So how are you?
Oh, I'm fine.
No, really.
See, it's been a while since we've talked. Even a pastor needs a pastor.
Did you see the doctor?
You need someone to take care of you.
Well, I want you to be happy. I know that nothing can change,
and I know there is no hope.
Reverend Toller?
Yes, Mary?
You must come over.
You must come over now.
Explosives.
He was becoming someone I didn't know.
Opportunistic diseases, anarchy, martial law,
you will live to see this.
But you had no idea that he was thinking of?
No, I'm so frightened.
These kids, they want certainty. You know, don't think, follow.
They fall prey to extremism.
It's a world without hope.
No, I have not lost my faith.
You think that what we did together was a sin?
I've seen enough real sin
to know the difference.
You didn't tell the police, right?
Take a look at your own life before you criticize others.
These are frightening times.
We have to be patient.
Well, somebody has to do something.
NESTED proudly presents
My hands shake as I write these lines.
Can God forgive us
for what we've done to this world?
Who can know the mind of God?