Sometimes you just need someone to storm heaven for you. It’s the hurting and wounded who are always the ones called to be medics — to administer lavish grace, to cast the messy in the best, merciful light.
And maybe that is the exact posture of faith —faith is the empty hand curved to willingly receive. There is faith that believes the most astonishing truths in the face of the dire headlines: “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in Me, though he die — yet shall he live.”