Upon occasion, we have the privilege and honor to sit with the dying, to accompany death as she visits and extinguishes the flame of life afore us.
I recently had a literal “come to Jesus” moment while saying goodbye to a fellow parishioner leaving our Sunday service.
Each complete, in and of their own selves, individually, yet exist corporately together, as one construct, or being.
Do you talk to God?
When I volunteered to donate a kidney, I wasn’t expecting a cancer diagnosis. I also wasn’t expecting such an outpouring of compassion.
Maybe faith is just this: to accept that we are loved, even in the brokenness.