It's a strange light to sit in. To forget for a time the words and judgements you guard yourself with to keep the truth at bay so that it is possible to live a life. To feel the pain of this shared riddle and the beauty of the sharing. If this is not the kingdom of god, what else possibly could be?

And it feels dangerous as well, that it might rob me of the power of my anger and leave me only with frustration, so I have to do the work of holding two truths again, to walk the path of loving sinners and hating sins. And so the riddle refuses to relent.