“Look at this sky above us. Look up and see God’s first cathedral. May you rest in your place in the story of God for a while and slow your urgent scrabbling breath here tonight. It didn’t begin with us; it won’t end with us, and who wants to live in an ivory tower when there is fresh air to breathe anyway? I want to be outside with the misfits, with the rebels, the dreamers, second-chance givers, the radical grace lavishers, the ones with arms wide open, the courageously vulnerable, and among even—or maybe especially—the ones rejected by the Table as not worthy enough or right enough.” (Jesus Feminist, by Sarah Bessey)
This. A thousand times over, this.