Faith is…knowing that we are all made in the image and likeness of God; and honoring that in ourselves and in each other. It is loving as radically as Jesus loved. It is the sacraments. It is seeing the mess and darkness and still living in hope of the light.

Relating is…us at our most basic, learning to be and live in this crazy-ass world. It is not about creating harmony per se. Sometimes, the best thing we can do for our community and ourselves is to call out other’s bullshit. It requires friendship and laughter, so much laughter!

Family is…this imperfectly perfect collection of souls. It functions as a practice run for relating to the rest of humanity. It is my why in pretty much everything that I do. It is my husband, my boys and my mom. It is what sustains me for another day.

Food is…literally our life force. It is also the sustenance of our families, our cultures, our liturgies, and our neighborhoods. Jesus broke bread around tables. So should we. Julia Child once said that, “people who love to eat are always the best people.” I happen to agree.

Social Justice is…acknowlegment that oppression and privilege coexist. It is a serious pursuit of equity. It requires listening and empathizing with others as they amplify their voice. It is voting, canvassing, marching, praying, writing and hoping for future generations and for ourselves.

Books are…refuge. They are context. They allow us the gift of greater empathy and new perspective. They force our minds to quiet, in a world that no longer makes space for introspection.

I said to the sun tell me about the Big Bang.

The sun said, ‘It hurts to become.’

Andrea Gibson, poet