A weed is not bad in and of itself. A weed is just something that is unexpected or unintended, and that means that, of course, at some point in our lives, we are all weeds.
You’re enough. Your life, your story, as it is, is enough.
God is love. And the only sacrifices Love calls us to make are the sacred efforts love will freely, gladly, unhesitatingly make for its beloved.
Entering this world and bringing the good news of a life-giving, liberating, restoring God is risky.
The stranger at the door of your tent may be the living God, looking for an entrance into your life.
“Deep healing always comes in that gentle, merciful space where genuine encounter is made possible. Our deepest wounds just can’t be healed by force or from afar.”
Before there is healing, there is courage. Before there is a miracle, there is hope. After twelve years of rejection, she still reaches — and maybe that’s the first miracle: the courage to believe that God has not abandoned her.
What if understanding the Trinity doesn’t mean anything more than understanding that we need each other, that we actually must be in relationship?
I wonder what might freight your prayers with more consequence than usual? Pentecost seems to invite exploding the possibilities of what an encounter with God’s spirit might be like — one that will cut through all the stand-ins for the real and expose the truth about us in all its unedited strangeness.