Well here it is, my friends. 2010. Matthew and I made all kinds of resolutions - we looked several years into the future and tried to plot out what our next maneuvers might be, how if we're just resolved enough we might end up with a nice clean checkmate. But life is fickle. You know? It's only January 3rd and already it's all been turned upside-down. I read an article where a diplomat said that making nuclear deals with Iran is like playing chess with a monkey: "You get them to checkmate and then they swallow the king." I was going to say that life keeps swallowing our king but I guess it's God. He swallows our pawns too. But do you know why he does? Do you? He does because life isn't a game of chess at all. It's a story, and he's the author. He has all these plot twists and character arcs, and almost every chapter ends with a cliff-hanger. It's like Gravity's Rainbow (which I've never read, but boy did I try to.) You lose your place, you can't tell who's coming or going; you don't even get the title. And then you eventually realize that you're not even the main character, it's him. And that your storyline is just a part of his; you're a part of this crazy, beautiful, glorious, unreasonable story of redemption with the best surprise ending written in history. And then what's left to do but let go? And what's left to say but take me and write me; write my story up or down or left or right but however you write it, be glorified.