In these last days in this garden of tares, as we witness before our very eyes, the collective Bride of Christ partake of the forbidden fruit, for which cause her Savior's blood was once shed, we are left only to marvel at our untimely presence of arrival upon this woefully tragic scene.

As we stand on the brink of our mortality in this final chapter and stage of human existence, will the appearance of our courage enrapture us to save her in this fleeting frozen moment of time, or be swept away with her memory into eternity?