I've gone broke, my vehicle is broken down and there are no jobs. I am engaged to marry, I see no options. And yet the only thing that anguishes my heart is our culture debilitating christians, the change of the spiritual climate. Christians turn to fantasy and conspiracy and lend themselves over to false prophets and false doctrines. Fear mongering and sensationalism prevails over churches from each corner of the spectrum. The West is on the verge of collapse and an era is dying. My laments are my failures to make an impact, my failing to succeed in the battle. My own home has become a prison with just enough entertainment to keep my eyes averted. But no more can I live with these demons, with these heathenous spirits and these monuments to idolatry. I've done work to relieve the poverty in this area, and now my time to be poor has come. Even that I do not curse, but I feel it is now my time to leave my home. To live as a wanderer who owns nothing, to escape the soul devouring culture. To have nothing and to want nothing, my only possessions being my bible and journals. I long to live free of this plagued society and only with God. All the things that would have kept me here have been released. And if I marry and cannot provide I am worse than an unbeliever. All the heroes are dead and the Warriors of God are extinct.