I’ve learned that faith isn’t pretending the mountain isn’t there. It isn’t denial of the truth or the facts or the grief or the anger. It’s not the lie of speaking “peace, peace” when there is no peace.7 It’s faith because it is hope declared, it is living into those things that are not yet as they will be. I hold space for the righteous anger and the grief. I join in the lamentations of the weary world. And then I will seek ways to embody those very prayers, to incarnate them, to further heaven’s hopes and summon God’s glory in ways big and small, seen and unseen, mundane and holy.