To someone seeing our collective Facebook posts or shared fliers, we didn’t look like a dying tradition. We looked alive, full-throated, like we offered something worth people’s attention.
Human failure, soberly appreciated, reveals the faithfulness of God. Even in pitch-black darkness, divine generativity and grace, mysterious and uncategorizable, still go on.
Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead, St. Paul, and the Transfiguration of Mortality
Adapted from a presentation given March 6 at St. John the Divine Episcopal Church, Houston.
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