#it's sunday evening and ander is experiencing thoughts and feelings

[miasanmuller]

I grieve so much for the time that has passed. I grieve for all the versions of me that were, for the ones that will never be again and also for the ones that never existed outside of my head. I grieve for the lifes I never lived, the things I never did or said, the people I never became. I spend so much time lost in my grievance that I find myself lacking time, energy and mental space to move forward, to open up myself for the things that will be and for the person I am becoming. And even though I know it's necessary, even though I know it's part of growing up, I can never find the inner strength to let go of everything that went before. How can I make peace with the places I'll never see again, the people I'll never meet, the lifes I'll never live? How can I make peace with the brief moments of my past that lasted no more than two seconds but still linger in the depths of my brain?

[all-gods-children]

Hey,deine Texte sind sehr schön. es klingt, als kennst du Gott... Wie kommt es, dass du Gott so liebst und kennst? Gib mir einen Rat, einen Hinweis. Wie kommt es bei dir zu dieser tollen Beziehung zum Schöpfer=

Hey! Ich hoffe, dass mein Deutsch gut genug ist, um all diesen richtig zuerklären. Seien Sie bitte mit mir geduldig, während ich mein Bestes tue! Lassmich meine Geschichte erklären, und vielleicht wird sie Dinge abräumen.

Ich bin als eine Christin aufgewachsen, die zur Kirche jeder einzelneSonntag und Mittwoch gegangen ist. Ich wurde so früh gerettet, dass ich michdaran sogar wirklich nicht erinnere. Aber ich hatte nie wirklich aufrichtigeine Beziehung mit dem Gott. Ich bin zur Kirche gegangen, aber ich habe nichtwirklich für die längste Zeit gewusst, wer Er war. Ich bin Leben durchgegangensagend, dass ich eine Christin war, ohne wirklich Gott zu kennen, und wenn ichehrlich bin, habe ich Ihn nie wirklich geliebt. Nicht in die Weise, wie ichhaben sollte.

Als ich ungefähr 10 Jahre alt war, haben wir die Kirche verlassen, in derich aufgewachsen war, und das mich völlig zerquetscht hat. In der Grundschulebin ich zur Kirche mit meinem besten Freund gegangen, aber das hat nie „geklickt.“Schnell voraus zu meinem letzten Jahr der Schule und zwei vernichtenden Dingensind sofort geschehen. Erstens habe ich herausgefunden, dass ich eine zweiteoffene Herzchirurgie würde haben müssen. Als ich mein erstes hatte, war ich zujung, um zu begreifen, was geschah oder erinnern sich an irgendetwas darüber.So selbstverständlich wurde ich erschreckt. Zweitens hat einer meiner bestenFreunde (Freund A) mir gesagt, dass er nicht gedacht hat, dass er an den Gottmehr geglaubt hat. Er war „das christliches Kind“ in unserer Schule, und ichverwüstete wurde. Es ist gerade so geschehen, das ich damit geendet habe, miteinem meiner anderen besten Freunde (Freund B) über diese besondere Situationzu sprechen, weil ich gewusst habe, dass er im Stande sein würde, mehr zuhelfen, als wie ich gewusst habe. Erweist sich, er hat gedacht, dass ich nacheinem Mangel am Glauben fragte, weil es war, was ich persönlich durchging, undnicht Freund A.

So hat Freund B geendet, mich zur Kirche mit ihm zu schleppen. Ich erinneremich an viele Details jetzt nicht. Aber ich erinnere mich wirklich, dass es diePremiere war, dass ich jemals die Anwesenheit des Gottes aufrichtig gefühlthatte. Und es hat mir zu Tränen gebracht, als ich zu meinen Knien gefallen bin.Ich merke mich, so lange mit dem Freund B an meiner Seite zu schreien, dass derPastor gefragt hat, ob ich okay war. Im Wesentlichen hat die Anwesenheit desGottes mich zum ersten Mal in meinem Leben überwältigt, und ich konnte es nichtenthalten. Im Laufe der nächsten paar Monate hat Gott begonnen, Sich zu mir aufWeisen zu offenbaren, wie ich sogar nie gewusst hatte, waren möglich. Ich werdenicht sagen, dass es leicht war, jene Dinge sogar mit dem Gott an meiner Seitedurchzugehen. Freund A ist zu dem Gott nicht zurückgekehrt, und es sind fast 3Jahre gewesen. Ich hatte Hauptangst bezüglich meiner Chirurgie. Aber durch alldas habe ich gewusst, dass Gott an meiner Seite war und meine Seele am Friedensogar durch den Schmerz war. Der etwas war, was ich vorher nie erfahren hatte.Gott hat Seine Liebe und Gnade zu mir in einer Weise offenbart, wie ich nichtrichtig erklären kann, unabhängig von der Sprache.

Einige Menschen fragen mich, wie ich weiß, dass ich die Anwesenheit desGottes fühle. Es kann für jeden verschieden sein. Für mich weiß ich, dass esGott ist, weil ich Kälte bekomme, die in Wellen von meinem Kopf zu meinenZehne, etwas läuft, was nur geschieht, wenn ich bete oder mit dem Gott sprecheoder die Bibel lese. Bezüglich meiner Beziehung mit dem Gott ist etwas, was ichdaran habe arbeiten und mich entwickeln müssen. Es nimmt Zeit in Anspruch und Anstrengung. Es nimmt Schmerz und Tränen und Liebe und Gnade.Gott wird uns halbwegs treffen, aber wir müssen bereit sein, Ihn zu treffen.Meine Beziehung mit dem Gott hat so viele Gebete, so viele Tränen genommen. Soviele Male habe ich mich abwenden wollen, weil es hart oder schreckhaft war.Aber das Bleiben beim Gott ist die lohnendste Sache gewesen, die ich jemals imLeben gemacht habe. Ich bin durch diese Beziehung zufällig nicht gekommen. Eshat Gott genommen, Der nach mir sucht, aber es hat mich auch genommen, Ihnherausfindend. Er will uns nicht zwingen, Ihn zu lieben. Das würde nicht Liebesein. Er wird uns nicht zwingen, mit Ihm zu sein.

Persönlich wächst meine Beziehung mit dem Gott nur, wenn ich verbunden beiIhm bleibe. Kürzlich hat das bedeutet, dass ich es zur Kirche mindestens einmalwöchentlich mache. Ich bin ein Führer innerhalb der Jugendgruppe meiner Kirche(zusammen mit dem Freund B!), so finde ich die Zeit für den Gott unabhängigdavon, was weitergeht. Es hat auch bedeutet, dass ich die Anbetungsmusik höre,um meine Meinung und mein Herz zu klären. Es wird gemeint, dass ich die Bibelgelesen und gebetet habe, wann auch immer ich kann. Gebet ist ein Schlüssel zumWachsen mit dem Gott gewesen, weil es mir die Chance gegeben hat, zurück vonIhm zu hören. Aber kürzlich hat des mit dem Gott verbundene Bleiben bedeutet,tiefer für Ihn zu gehen. Was ich dadurch vorhabe, ist, was Er mich genannt hat,um zu tun. Beispiele davon schleißen das Gehen zu einem christlichen Ereignisauf dem Campus und Niederschreiben meine Gebete für andere ein, weil es ist,was Gott auf meinem Herz gelebt hat.

Meine Beziehung mit dem Gott hat noch viel Raum, um zu wachsen, aber Erhilft mir, jeden einzelne Tag anzubauen. Ich wachse gerade, indem ich diesesschriebe! Aber das Sehen der Liebe und Gnade des Gottes und der SchönheitSeiner Macht ist so atemberaubend gewesen, dass es alles ist, was ich im Lebenwill. Ich liebe Gott wegen, was Er für mich getan hat und wegen Seiner Liebe.Ich habe irgendetwas nie verdient, was Er für mich getan hat. Ich verdienesicher Seine Liebe nicht. Aber Er ist so liebend und freundlich und barmherzigund gut. Und deswegen möchte ich einfach mit meinem ganzen Herzen Ihn suchenund Ihn für mein komplettes Leben kennen, und wenn es ist, was mein Herz undSeele dann wollen, wer sollte im Weg sein?

Ich hoffe wirklich, dass das lesbar und verständlich war! Entschuldigen Siebitte mein gebrochenes Deutsch! Ich bin immer hier über den Gott zu sprechen!

viele Liebe und vieles Segen,~Haley

English:

Hey, your posts are very beautiful. I sounds as though you know God. Howdid you come to know and love God?Give me some advice, a hint. How did you come to this great relationship withthe Creator? 

Hi! I really hope thatmy German is good enough to properly explain all of this, so please bear withme as I try my best! Let me explain my story and maybe that will clear up why Ilove God the way I do.

I grew up as a Christianwho went to church every single Sunday and Wednesday. I got saved so early thatI don’t even really remember it. But I never really truly had a relationshipwith God. I went to church, sure, but I didn’t really know who He was for thelongest time. I went through life saying I was a Christian without reallyknowing God, and if I’m being honest, I never really loved Him the way I shouldhave.

When I was about 10years old, we left the church I had grown up in, and it completely crushed me.I spent a couple of years in middle school going to church with my best friend,but that never really clicked. Fast forward to my senior year of high school,and two crushing things happened at once. First, I found out that I would needto have a second open heart surgery. When I had my first, I was too little torealize what was going on or remember anything about it, so needless to say, Iwas terrified. Second, one of my best friends (Friend A) told me that he didn’tthink he believed in God anymore. He was “that Christian kid” in our school,and I was devastated. It just so happened that I ended up talking to one of myother best friends (Friend B) about that particular situation, because I knewhe would be able to help more than I knew how. Turns out, he thought I wasasking about a lack of faith because that’s what I was personally goingthrough, not because of Friend A.

So Friend B essentiallyended up dragging me to church with him. I don’t remember many specifics now.But I do remember that that night was the first night I had ever truly felt God’spresence. And it brought me to tears as I fell to my knees. I remember cryingwell into the night with Friend B at my side, so long that the pastor askedFriend B if I was okay. Essentially, God’s presence overwhelmed me for the firsttime in my life, and I couldn’t contain it anymore. Over the next few months, Godbegan revealing Himself to me in ways that I’d never even known were possible.I won’t say that it was easy to go through those things, even with God by myside. Friend A still has not turned back to God and it’s now been almost 3years. I had major anxiety concerning my surgery. But through it all, I knewthat God was by my side and my soul was at peace even through the pain. Whichwas something I had never experienced before. God revealed His love and mercyto me in a way that I can’t properly explain, no matter the language.

Some people ask me how Iknow I’m feeling God’s presence. Let me just start by saying that it can bedifferent for everyone. For me, I know it’s God because I get chills that runin waves from my head to my toes, something that only happens when I’mworshiping or talking to God or reading the Bible. As for my relationship withGod, it’s something that I’ve had to work on and build up. It takes time and effort.It takes pain and tears and love and mercy and grace. God will meet us halfway,but we have to be willing to meet Him. My relationship with God has taken somany prayers, so many tears. So many times I’ve wanted to turn away because itwas hard or scary. But staying with God has been the most worthwhile thing Ihave ever done in life. I didn’t come by this relationship by accident. It tookGod chasing me down, but it also took me seeking Him out. He doesn’t want toforce us to love Him. That wouldn’t be love. He will not force us to be withHim.

Personally, my relationshipwith God only grows when I stay connected with Him. Lately that has meant thatI make it to church at least once a week. I’m a leader within my church’s youthgroup (along with Friend B!), so I make the time for God no matter what’s goingon. It has also meant that I listen to worship music to clear my mind and myheart. It’s meant that I’ve read the Bible and prayed whenever I can. Prayerhas been a key to growing with God because it’s given me the chance to hearback from Him. But lately staying connected to God has meant going deeper forHim. What I mean by that is that I’ve been putting myself outside of my comfortzone and doing what He has called me to do. Examples of that include going to aChristian event on campus and writing down my prayers for others because that’swhat God has placed on my heart.

My relationship with Godstill has a lot of room to grow, but He’s helping me grow every single day. I’mgrowing just by writing this right! But seeing God’s love and mercy and thebeauty of His power has been so breathtaking that it’s all I want in life. Ilove God because of what He has done for me and because of His love for me. I’venever deserved anything that He has done for me. I certainly don’t deserve Hislove. But He’s loving and kind and merciful and good, that because of that Isimply wish with all my heart to seek Him and know Him for my entire life, andif that’s what my heart and soul want, then who am I to stand in their way?

I really hope that thiswas readable and understandable! Please excuse my broken German! I am always here to talk about God!

Much love and many blessings,~Haley

[corona-de-vil]

Thought I'd post this piece from Vogue........

Why Is It So Hard to Return to Normal?

BY MOLLY JONG-FAST

June 4, 2021

A year ago, we were a country frozen in time. Empty planes flew across the sky, life took place on Zoom. We cleaned our groceries, left deliveries outside for days, and debated whether going to the store was really worth the risk. But what a difference a year makes! We are a country in which more than half of Americans are fully vaccinated, and air travel is almost back to pre-pandemic levels. Like it or not, life is getting back to normal. And largely, we don’t like it.

Of course, we will never be “normal” again. The scars of a pandemic will be indelible, will shape us in ways we can’t even begin to guess. The worldwide death of millions will linger in our collective consciousness forever. My grandfather, who died in the 1990s, never got over the flu pandemic of 1918. He developed small habits shaped by his fears. He never took the bus. He walked to work every day. He took handfuls of vitamins. He never got over the miracle of surviving the thing that killed so many of his siblings, his friends, his peers.

We are a country of mourners now; more than 596,000 Americans have died of coronavirus. According to an AP/NORC poll, one fifth of all Americans have lost someone they know to COVID. We aren’t the people we were in January of 2020 and we never will be. And we Americans are the lucky ones: COVID still rages across most of the world. Countries like Colombia and Argentina are seeing their worst death rates so far.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, our new normal is upon us now. Employers want us back in the office, and people want to travel. They want to go back to the rituals of normal American life—weddings, funerals, birthday parties, graduation celebrations. Various media outlets have predicted a roaring 2020s.

But the problem with “getting back to normal” seems to be two-fold. One problem is that some people don’t want to go back to normal. As Anders Melin and Misyrlena Egkolfopoulou noted in Bloomberg, “A May survey of 1,000 U.S. adults showed that 39% would consider quitting if their employers weren’t flexible about remote work.” Working from home has created a culture of families that eat lunch together, of pets that enjoy midday strolls, of life that is just a little bit calmer. My husband, who used to spend one week a month in California for work, no longer makes his regular cross-country trips. As Sigal Samuel writes for Vox, “The pandemic has proven that remote work is totally feasible for many jobs, validating people’s suspicions that our standard model of office work is arbitrary, unnecessarily taxing, and ultimately exploitative, sometimes forcing people to choose between their well-being and their career.” Why go back to the elements of normal life which were, in themselves, completely pointless?

And then there’s the question of people still being cautious—especially those who worked on the front lines, and not just in medical fields. A study from the University of California found the highest mortality among “cooks, line workers in warehouses, agricultural workers, bakers, and construction laborers.” The Brookings Institution points out that, “low-income and minority populations face a higher risk of dying from COVID-19 due to structural conditions, health inequities, and a higher prevalence of preexisting health conditions such as heart disease, asthma, and diabetes.” Now we’re wondering why these people aren’t more enthusiastic about going back to the same jobs that nearly killed them?

And the other problem, it seems, is that people seem to have shifted the concept of what “normal” even is. Take air travel: Before the pandemic people used to submit themselves to what we assumed were the standard indignities of flying: delays, crowds, an extra dollar for a drop of water or a place to stash your bag. But unless you found yourself on the last flight out of Miami on a Sunday evening, unruly passengers weren’t the problem they now seem to be. The president of the Association of Flight Attendants-CWA, Sara Nelson, recently told CNBC that she and her colleagues were facing “an environment that we just haven’t seen before, and we can’t wait for it to be over.” Passenger behavior, she said, has become “complete nuts.” After a video of a Southwest Airlines attendant having her teeth knocked out by an unruly passenger, both American Airlines and Southwest Airlines have stopped serving alcohol in their main cabins for now. The Federal Aviation Administration said it has received approximately 2,500 reports of unruly passenger behavior this year; nearly three-quarters of them have to do with a failure to comply with the federal mask mandate.

This week, the data company Morning Consult released a poll that said three in five Democrats felt comfortable returning to normal. That’s the highest it’s been during the pandemic, but it’s still not five out of five, or even four. How do you tell people to go back to normal when you aren’t 100% sure about the very thing that is going to allow you to resume regular life? The mRNA vaccines are new, and so far they have amazing efficacy (95%), but we’re learning as we go. We don’t know exactly the rate for breakthrough infections; the New England Journal of Medicine thinks it low, but it’s not zero. So far the vaccines work on the variants, but every mutation is a roll of the dice. After more than 15 months of telling people to err on the side of caution, public health officials now need to figure out how to tell those very same people a different message: how to balance lingering caution with a limited but highly optimistic data set.

Look, we’re all freaked out. We’re scared. We’ve been through the kind of thing that happens in movies, in hour-long TV dramas, in books. Since I’ve been vaccinated, I have been on airplanes and to dinners and to birthday parties, and it’s been weird and strange and abnormal. Sometimes I look at the person I’m talking with and all I can think about is how uncomfortable I feel. Sometimes I fantasize about just getting up and walking out of the restaurant. Sometimes I wonder what the point of these social interactions even are. Coming back after a year-plus of not socializing, of not participating in the acts of everyday life, has been jarring and somewhat upsetting. And I say all this as someone who had a pretty easy time in lockdown. I can only imagine how hard and complicated and guilt-inducing this is for people who have lost parents or siblings or co-workers. No one said coming back to normal would be easy, and in fact it’s not. Most of us can’t just flip a switch on our feelings, especially when they are connected to trauma, and what we went through this past year—what much of the world is still experiencing—is trauma on a life-altering level.

[mindheartsoul7]

Wieder in der Heimat –  Back home again

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Als ich meine Reise began habe ich nicht darüber nachgedacht wie es sein wird wieder zurück zu kommen. Ich habe nicht daran gedacht wie sich mein Leben verändert hat. Ich habe nicht daran gedacht wie ich mich fühlen könnte.

Nun, da meine Heimkehr schon etwas her ist und endlich schaffe ich es diesen Text online zu stellen.

Irgendwie war es als wäre ich wieder 17. Ich muss mich entscheiden wie es beruflich weiter geht. Doch was sich geändert hat war, dass ich ganz genau wusste was ich nicht will und das war hier im Pinzgau, ja in Österreich zu bleiben, Deutsch zu sprechen und den Winter ertragen zu müssen. Geplagt vom Fernweh, vom vermissen der tollen Zeit machte ich mich auf Jobsuche. Zugegeben keine guten Voraussetzungen. Dazu kam das ich mich unglaublich fremd und verloren fühlte, in meiner Haut, in diesem Land, in der ganzen Situation. Ein Jahr konnte ich fast tun und lassen was ich wollte, ich stand auf und ein ungeschriebener Tag lag vor mir. Nun musste ich mich fügen, den System, den Vorgesetzten.

Meine Freiheit und meine Unabhängigkeit habe ich nur mit Widerwillen aufgegeben. Zum einen hätte ich gerne eine Arbeit, eine Wohnung einen Plan über mein Leben gehabt, auf der anderen Seite hatte ich Angst, Angst davor wieder in eine Routine zu fallen, eine Routine die mich langweilt, ein Job der mich langweilt, ein Leben das mich langweilt, Hobbies die mich langweilen, Leute um mich rum die mich langweilen. Ich hatte Angst nicht mehr klar zu kommen mit dem System.

Mittlerweile habe ich eine Beschäftigung gefunden, die mir Spaß macht. Darüber das es „nur“ eine Saisonstelle für den Sommer ist, bin ich froh. Somit habe ich im Herbst nochmals Zeit mir genauer zu überlegen was ich eigentlich machen möchte. Ziemlich erstaunlich war für mich wie schnell ich mich wieder auf Deutsch eingestellt hatte. Als ich im Zug vom Flughafen nach Hause saß und wieder Deutsch um mich rum hörte, schmerzten mir die Ohren, ich dachte ich könnte die Sprache nie wieder ertragen. Doch nach nur einigen Wochen konnte ich normal Deutsch sprechen ohne es mit Englischen Wörter zu mischen. An was ich mich bis heute noch nicht ganz gewöhnt habe sind die Öffnungszeiten der Geschäfte. Sonntags geschlossen. Samstags nur bis 18 Uhr. In diesen Bereich ist Österreich noch sehr weit hinten geblieben.

Jetzt bin ich wieder zurück – im normalen Leben Alles hat sich verändert, vor allem ich habe mich verändert. Ich bin spontaner, flexibler und anpassungsfähiger geworden. Meine Einstellung auf Dinge wie Geld, Besitztümer und Mitmenschen hat sich sehr verändert. In Tansania habe ich erlebt wie die Menschen sich Zeit für einander nehmen, Familie ist wichtig, da die Leute arm sind besitzen sie nicht viel und trotzdem (oder gerade deshalb) tragen sie immerzu ihr schönes Lachen. In Neuseeland habe ich erlebt, wie gastfreundlich ein Land sein kann, das die Menschen aufeinander eingehen, Rücksicht nehmen auch auf Wildfremde. In der USA habe ich lernt das man als Einzelkämpfer dasteht, vertraue niemanden! Auf der anderen Seite die Freizügigkeit und Offenheit in manchen Sachen, die das ganze wieder in ein anderes Licht rückt. Das Fernweh ist stärker geworden und die Freude Leute aus aller Welt zu treffen, mich mit Reisenden zu unterhalten größer. Die nächste große Reise kommt bestimmt!

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When I started my trip I didn’t thought how it would be to coming back again. I didn’t thought how my life could changed. I didn’t thought how I could feel like.

Well, my return is already a bit ago and finally I managed to put this text online.

Somehow it was like I was 17 again. I have to decide how to continue my career. But what changed was that I knew exactly what I didn’t want and that was to be here at home, to stay in Austria, speak German and have to endure the winter. Plagued by the wanderlust, the missing of the great time, I looked for job. Admittedly, no good conditions. In addition, I felt incredibly strange and lost, in my skin, in this country, in the whole situation. For a year I could almost do what I wanted, I stood up, an unwritten day was before me. Now I had join the system, the superior.

I given up my freedom and my independence with reluctance. On the one hand, I would like to have a job, an apartment a plan about my life, on the other hand I was afraid to fall back into a routine, a routine that bored me, a job that bored me, a life that made me bored, hobbies that bored me, people around me who bored me. I was afraid that I couldn’t handle the system anymore.

Meanwhile, I found a job that I enjoy. It is "only" a job for the summer seasons , I'm glad. So in the autumn I have time to think more about what I really want to do. Quite surprising for me was how quickly I had set myself back in German. When I was sitting on the train from the airport and heard German again (after one year) around me, my ears ached, I thought I could never hear this language again. But after a few weeks I could speak normal German without mixing with English words. What I’m still not used to, are the opening hours of the shops. Closed on Sundays. On Saturdays only until 6 pm. In this point, Austria is still very far behind.

Now I am back again - in normal life Everything has changed, especially I have changed. I have become more spontaneous, flexible and adaptable. My attitude to things like money, possessions and fellow human beings has changed a lot. In Tanzania, I have seen people taking time for each other, family is important because people are poor, they do not have much, and still (or even for that reason) they always keep their beautiful smiles. In New Zealand, I have experienced how hospitable a country can be, how people looking for each other, respect for wild strangers. In the USA I learned that one stands as a single fighter, do not trust anyone! On the other hand the freedom of movement and openness in some things which is pretty contrasting. The wanderlust has grown stronger and the joy of meeting people from all over the world and talk with them bigger. The next big trip will come!

[wesonerdy]

Wells and Jane work to stop “The Key Killer” (AKA Jack the Ripper) as he continues his murder spree. Get a sneak peek of this week’s Time After Time.

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I have to say, after watching last week’s Time After Time premiere, the show has a lot of potential.

While I’m still in the throes of The Vampire Diaries withdrawal (*CRIES*), it’s nice to have another Kevin Williamson show on TV to turn too. And, if I’m being honest, the second hour of the premiere, written by Williamson, was more engaging than the first.

In any event, those two hours left me with several thoughts.

First, Freddie Stroma is a very charming H.G. Wells. His sense of morality and duty coupled with a broader commitment to peace and progress are a breath of fresh air. At the same time, I enjoy how accepting he is of modern sensibilities (e.g. racial and gender equality). This is likely what also pains him the most about the contemporary world… the scene of Wells sitting in the hotel bar, watching the news and crying from all the violence and depravity just breaks my heart.

Interestingly, it’s this same depravity that John Stevenson, AKA Jack the Ripper, loves. He wastes no time getting back to his serial killer ways. For me, what is most distressing is how upset Jack gets when he finds out that, unlike Wells, he is not famous. Jack the Ripper’s identity remains anonymous, but if John has his way, that will change. The way Josh Bowman plays Jack the Ripper is even more disconcerting because of the creepy attraction he evokes. Plus, there does seem to be a slight potential for redemption going by how he reacts to Jane Walker (how he doesn’t really kill his other captive in that apartment, even though he lets Jane think he does). What’s up with that?!

Speaking of Jane, I love her badass, “I’m from Texas,” curator vibe. She’s a very good ally for Wells, and there’s already an interesting chemistry between them. But then again, perhaps we can say the same about Jack…

Also, I know we’re supposed to trust Vanessa Anders, and while it’s obvious she’s keeping things from her husband, it feels like Vanessa and her people are keeping things from Wells too. Is she really his Great-Great-Granddaighter? I’d love to get a flashback (forward?) scene of Older Wells and Younger Vanessa’s first meeting.

Finally, what’s up with the guy in the hat that’s stalking Wells AND Jack the Ripper???

  In tonight’s episode “Out of Time” (written by Gabrielle Stanton, directed by Steve Shill):

IT’S A RACE AGAINST TIME TO FIX THE TIME MACHINE AND FIND ‘THE KEY KILLER’ BEFORE HE STRIKES AGAIN— H.G. and Jane rush to repair the damaged time machine before Dr. John Stevenson – now better known as “The Key Killer” – strikes again. Meanwhile, Vanessa must decide whether or not to confide in Griffin. (via ABC)

Watch two clips from the show. In the first, Wells is very concerned with John’s murders and how they’re altering the timeline; however, Jane considers the possibility of fate. And in the second video, John takes a break from his murder spree to enjoy a microwaved burrito *SNORT*:

Was it fate that drew H.G. Wells and Jane together? #TimeAfterTime https://t.co/L4Rs8lJ0Kg pic.twitter.com/Heqh0bDjzJ

— Time After Time (@TimeAfterABC) March 10, 2017

After experiencing the joy of a microwave burrito, we don't blame John for not wanting to go back to 1893. #TimeAfterTime is new tomorrow! pic.twitter.com/4Zv34MUByf

— Time After Time (@TimeAfterABC) March 11, 2017

  And the spree continues… goodness!

Take a look at 20+ images from “Out of Time” and make sure to watch the Time After Time at 9:00pm ET|PT on ABC.

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Courtesy of ABC/Giovanni Rufino

PREVIEW: ‘Time After Time’ Season 1, Episode 3 “Out of Time” Wells and Jane work to stop "The Key Killer" (AKA Jack the Ripper) as he continues his murder spree.