Jesus: The REVIVER
Jesus isnāt just the Redeemer.
Heās the Reviverāthe Protagonist of Time,
walking backward through the chaos
to make sure love still makes it to the end.
Wisdom is how you live.
Jesus isnāt just the Redeemer.
Heās the Reviverāthe Protagonist of Time,
walking backward through the chaos
to make sure love still makes it to the end.
What if the Ten Commandments were never laws to obey, but invitations to remain in divine union?
When the world feels still enough to listen, have you noticed grace moving through you ā not as emotion to feel, but as alignment already happening within?
Iām not trying to change the world. Iāve just chosen to be completely changed by it.
We train our children to avoid ah and um, yet fill our own silence with noise.
Maybe grace doesnāt live in the words we speak, but in the space between themā
where sparks enter, and presence begins.
Privilege and poverty are not oppositesātheyāre proof weāve drifted from union. This reflection traces how ritual, reward, and rhetoric sustain distance, how religion turns doctrine into a ledger, and how the Christ of Proximity restores presence: not gold or gray, but sky returned to breath.
Sometimes the songs we sing badly stay with us the longest. āHave Thine Own Way, Lordā was one of those for meāa melody I once mumbled through, now a prayer that shapes the way I live. What I missed in tune, Iāve learned in time: that grace doesnāt need perfection to be heard. It only asks that we stay soft enough to be shaped.
Parenthood has a way of changing how you understand love. The strength I once measured by how high I could stand is now measured by how gently I can stay. My children have taught me what my motherās faith began ā that love doesnāt always reach upward; sometimes it sends roots downward. And in that quiet turning, Christ meets me again ā not in the sky, but in the soil, where breath becomes belonging.
The Trinity is not only Father, Son, and Spiritāit is also written in us as love, forgiveness, and kindness. One eternal, one fragile; one source, one echo. Together they form the shape of infinity, with Christ at the crossing where heaven and humanity meet.
This past year has been one of letting go, following sparks, facing fear, and listening for whispers. Along the way Iāve remembered faith as my compass ā Grace, Presence, and Spark ā and begun to see life not as poles in opposition, but as the thread in between that makes us whole. Mid-life, Iāve found, is not a crisis but a crossing.