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These past two weeks have been filled with quiet, powerful moments and encounters that didn’t ask for headlines, only presence. I’ve had conversations that left me humbled, heartbroken, and deeply grateful. At a community event, a young woman avoided eye contact and spoke softly. “I don’t really talk to people,” she said. That was all. Continue reading

Tonight I returned to our Tuesday community meal, a space that continues to reveal the quiet beauty of presence and the deep ache of unmet needs. Though the meal is served as take-out, what we’re building is unmistakably a community. As long as there is conversation, hospitality, and welcome, there is connection. And tonight, that Continue reading