Here we exist together in our “fallen world.” Some of us live in places where leaves now fall from sturdy life sources. Most of us endure a contentious presidential election. Many of us suffer through pain, children in crisis, financial strain, or fractured relationships. Falling is built into our nature. Adam and Eve fell with purpose, and so must we. Enduring while falling feels awkward, and yet, we do it. With hope in the promise of Jesus Christ’s Atonement, we can feel comforted, believing in a soft place to land and knowing He will make all whole and right again.
Each of the prose pieces in our November journal explores questions about someone in their fallen state, some through introspection, some with humor, and all with authenticity. Enjoy three personal essays including “The Price of Stillness” by Wendy Weitzel, “Imperfectionist” by Jerie Jacobs, and “On Missing Hubcaps” by Alison Linnell. Lorraine Jeffreys closes our selections with her fictional short story, “No Success.”
