He feels a universe away from me, but how his children circled me with prayer that day in Fleet. Before I drove away to an uncertain future, they were there. His full acceptance is a foreign thought, but someone’s held my hands, looked in my eyes, told me I’ll make mistakes, that it’s okay, and I’ve felt safe and valued deep inside. I cannot sense his welcome or his smile but I have seen my brother’s face light up to greet me and have rested in his hold content in loving and in being loved. Christ to me, that’s what all these have been: the word made flesh, God’s love in human skin.
Thank you for these good words.