Wisdom is how you live.
When the Church forgets she is herâa living body, not a brandâwe begin to lose the very tenderness that holds us. This reflection begins with an old hymn and ends as an invitation to feel again what we were made to hold.
I used to measure my life by what it offeredâhow useful I could be. But becoming a spark isnât about usefulness. Itâs a rhythm, one that moves through grace and lands in presence.
I once saw Jesus as a distant figureâuntil I recognized the spark in Him. This post reflects on what that spark meant, how it appears across other sacred lives, and how it awakened something in me.
