“I thirst.”

In our prayers for you we always thank God, for we have heard of your faith and of the love that you have. We have not ceased praying.

In order to receive grace, I must let go, release these hands from the vacuous objects that fill my life, I must relax my grip of consuming aspirations.

After years of masked faces, of digitally choreographed conversations, of cropped torsos, do you see?

Are we offering our children meaningful space in our own lives, in our faith journeys?

As we consider leaving behind the asphyxiating existence of this pandemic, I wonder if we will hear the prophetic invitations of these bones.

A baby was born a few days ago. A crying squirming pooping eating spitting cooing sleeping baby. The word became flesh.

Christianity is a faith blessed by voices of saints and prophets, people who have had difficult conversations befores us, people whose imperfect lives we might not agree with, but who inform our current beliefs. Christianity is faith done in community where the messianic son blesses us by retelling the commandments of his father.

What do I know in my body?