We are children of impossibility, for ours is a community founded by the one who was impossibly raised from the dead.

On the banks of the river, I had this sense that a new plotline was emerging. Jesus of Nazareth would be the first word in the story of what might be.

The stars of Epiphany remind us to lift our heads, to look and to be curious. God has a place for us. There is a ministry to which each of us are called.