I believe because
the world is too threaded with meaning
to be an accident,
too tuned, too luminous,
too full of whispered coherence.
I believe because
the ache for justice
is older than my bones,
and the hope for mercy
outlives every failure.
I believe because
love keeps rising
from places that should be barren,
and forgiveness grows
where logic says it shouldn’t.
I believe because
Christ walked into history
with dust on His feet
and truth on His tongue,
and the world has never
been able to forget Him.
I believe because
the cross still stands
at the crux of every story,
a place where suffering
meets compassion,
and death meets a door
that will not stay shut.
I believe because
when I pray,
something answers,
not always with words,
but with presence,
with peace,
with the quiet turning
of my heart toward home.
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I believe because
the world is too threaded with meaning
to be an accident,
too tuned, too luminous,
too full of whispered coherence.
I believe because
the ache for justice
is older than my bones,
and the hope for mercy
outlives every failure.
I believe because
love keeps rising
from places that should be barren,
and forgiveness grows
where logic says it shouldn’t.
I believe because
Christ walked into history
with dust on His feet
and truth on His tongue,
and the world has never
been able to forget Him.
I believe because
the cross still stands
at the crux of every story,
a place where suffering
meets compassion,
and death meets a door
that will not stay shut.
I believe because
when I pray,
something answers,
not always with words,
but with presence,
with peace,
with the quiet turning
of my heart toward home.
A brief tracing of why faith still rises in me, drawn to its quiet centre — the crux.
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