The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5

by Beth Brower

“It takes a great deal to trust the future after one is acquainted with loss.” “It feels impossible, for longer than is comforting. And then too tentative to trust.” “It does. But it seems that sword pierced Christ so that we always have a future. Even one different than planned.” I have been thinking about this ever since he said it. And I confess that the grace my mother would speak of with such feeling took on a greater dimension than the passing interest I’d always given. “So one trusts the future,” I answered. “Despite knowing loss will be had again.” “That seems to be what we are called to do.” “Keep looking for sun on the horizon?” “Keep looking for sun on the horizon.” “Faith in the abstract is more comfortable,” I said. I heard an amused sound, then, “It is. But I begin to suspect that faith made concrete is more comforting.”