At Christmas, we have a tradition of playing risk together. Which, if you've ever played the game you know what a commitment this can be. It seems that with all this time playing and knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses and general approach to the game, it would get old. But it doesn't. It gets better. Its like my old jeans -- frayed at the bottom, a few holes here and there, a random stain on the left side but who cares. They are the greatest jeans ever and I will wear them as long as I can.

In faith, we have a home too. The church is that spiritual family complete with rituals, relationships, healing and mess. We gather on Sundays and holidays to share stories and to laugh and cry with each other. To life each other up and hold each other on this journey. It gives us strength to take risks, to reach out and to be light.
My homes -- the one I grew up in, the one I'm building now and all the churches that have been a part of my journey on the way -- provide the foundation that enable me to do what I can to bring light to the world. They are surely the greatest blessing that God has granted me.
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