Grief Is A Heavy Burden

We've been back in Moscow for a few days now, although in some ways it feels as though time has just sort of stopped. My dad was worthy of the grief that I feel, a sadness that first felt like an electric shock, sudden and intense in its fleetingness, but that now, finally, is beginning to come on me like cold lead poured into my heart. My burden has been lifted just a bit, though, by the kindness and sympathy so many of you have shown me, and I especially, and profoundly, appreciate the condolences of those who've criticized and rebuked me before, just as I've criticized and rebuked them as well. Our dialogue, and, likely, our disagreements, will no doubt continue, but your generosity of spirit in these last few days has blessed me tremendously.

Thank you, and may God always be glorified.