The news will tell you we live in a Godless state. I’d be inclined to believe them, if I hadn’t seen him in line for bagels just now. He looks like a mother telling her son tales of when bravery toppled evil. He looks like a refugee holding onto his love with his bare hands. He looks like you and I, passing hope like a torch until it’s light again.
Tomorrow, the news will say the world has gone mad. But you and I know better. I don’t know why we look up to the skies for divinity, when it stands so plainly before us. I could reach out and touch it. I am in awe of it. Where they see apocalypse, we see each other. If that is not salvation, I don’t know what is.