And then it hit me. The story of the crucifixion and resurrection felt suddenly so accessible. It was the worst bullying ever ever ever, because people were scared. But ultimately radical love wins and cannot die. That’s it.
I needed to sit in that circle last night in Angel House and add that image to my understanding of this holy practice. And I did. The vibrancy and the smiles and the learning-from-each-other that happened…it was beautiful.