Miguel spoke the whole language. He was able to locate this guy in a net of mercy. He didn’t warehouse his love, he let it flow and overflow. The river itself. Miguel resided in a place where nothing threatened him and everything elated him. God singing loud enough to be heard. He was able for a moment to puncture this man’s isolation. Joy and bravery. The Church making the argument with his life. Two tacos or three? This way is tried. This way is certain.
