And whether by bread or water or a touch from a friend, God is there, a current of the divine, walking me home through the desert, until I am finally home with Him. There's, too, a Body of Bread and Living Water that has come for me. There's, in Jesus, sustenance, the friend, the healer, the Greater Nabi, the authority over winds and mountains, a coursing fire, a gentle whisper, the God who became a man just like me, and loved me enough to stay on that cursed tree.
