It is the purpose of this writer in this article and in the subsequent articles that have been assigned to him to treat the idea of the signs of the times in a rather different way.
Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Pilgrim Watcher. My God-fearing parents gave me that name as an expression of the faith that lived in them, and in order to express to me what my life must be.
I lie in bed awake. It is late. The dark of night has encompassed me. But I cannot sleep. My thoughts are troubled. I try to sort out the troubles that fill my heart, but it is most difficult. Where shall I find rest?
Concerning these articles that I have been writing in this rubric there seems to be a bit of clarification necessary. People have asked me, for example, “Are your parents really dead?’ or “Who is this friend of yours that had that terminal illness?” I am thankful to inform the reader that my parents are very much alive! But the parents of a man named “Pilgrim Watcher” are not, and possibly it is true in the reader’s life that your parents are not either.