101 Days

101 days. I wonder about complacency, fidelity, witness, and I think God needs us, clearly, to live out all that we profess; not as though we haven’t already done so, but in new ways that speak in a truth that is manifest in our bones, our breath, our pattern of life, in a manner that we never imagined or anticipated. If God does not build the house, in vain does the builder labour… you who toil for the bread you eat while he pours gifts on his beloved while they slumber. So we step forward in a manner to bear witness, only to find an undiscovered path beneath our feet, that makes more sense than the one we’d expected. Again and again.