We may want answers and certainty, but sometimes all we get are arrows. Arrow to the statistics that tell us who is struggling, left out, and dying. Arrow to the heartbreak of isolation and questioning. Arrow to the longing for belonging. They shout their answers and call it God, but God within me points to something different, something more vast, something that feels like mystery and sounds like love. This story is ongoing, but I’ll tell you how it ends: God is still with us.
