Friends,
As Sunday gets closer, I keep thinking about how most of us arrive carrying whatever the week has already handed us — half-finished conversations, things we’re holding together, things we’re trying not to drop. Some weeks we come rested. Some weeks we come wrung out. Often it’s a mix.
This Sunday’s readings aren’t interested in pretending life is tidy. They start in places shaped by pressure and real responsibility — places where people have learned to be careful, practical, steady. And then, right there, something interrupts the usual way of holding things together.
Not with answers. Not with spectacle. Just enough light to change how people stand where they already are.
So if you’re coming with a full head, a tired body, a guarded heart, or no particular expectations at all — you’ll be in good company. That’s the neighbourhood these stories come from.
See you Sunday. I’ll save you a seat.
Alex+
