RWK writes:
"All of creation groans as it awaits redemption and I believe - to the soles of my feet believe - that this redemption will come. I have hope, true hope, that there is a welcoming light and love beyond this life and in that hope - and for that hope - I live, seeking to drape it like a comforting shawl over the shoulders of others, seeking to draw others into that light. This is no small part of what it means, I believe, to be born again: that in all of our weakness and failings, in all of our brokenness and pain we become the carriers of hope, the birthing mothers of hope, the womb of redemption, the nursery of restoration. We become hope."
Holy crap.
This is beautiful.
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Wow...I sit her slumped over my computer...wanting to experience how beautiful that is! Even in the slumped heap of a person that types this note...there is a pulsating current of hope that is certainly something that comes from a source other than myself. I am reminded of this sometimes when I marvel at breath...and breathing.
To think that that hope...might be housed (even a little bit of it) and birthed through me. A receptacle of hope.
Hmmm...
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