A Little Light

On a walk tonight, we crossed paths with someone from "the cherubic plane," as she called it. It seemed clear pretty soon that she wasn't really sure where she had come from or where she was going. We talked for a long time, struggling to find a way through the weeds of her confusion. She wrestled with her words as if they were snakes, tangled around her tongue, too big to fit in her throat. From what we could tell, she was living, barefoot and dirty, in a canyon at the edge of town. Holding a conversation with her was exhausting and yet we were drawn to her somehow. Like a little boat adrift in powerful seas or a light surrounded by great darkness, she seemed too small to face whatever or whoever was pursuing her.

Sometimes, in the face of need, I also feel too small. May the peace of Christ be with you tonight, Rebecca.