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Nadia, I nearly choked on my incense reading this. Not because it was too spicy, but because you just made apocalyptic landscaping feel like liturgy.

Hope that doesn’t rely on good vibes, strategic plans, or quarterly projections? Scandalous. You’re out here reminding us that the holy ones don’t wait for blue skies. They plant under cloud cover and dare the soil to remember Eden.

Expectancy instead of expectation? That’s spiritual aikido! Jeremiah buying land like it’s a Black Friday deal during Babylonian invasion is the kind of chaotic faith energy I aspire to. And don’t even get me started on Martin Luther planting trees at the end of the world. That’s the ultimate new heaven, new earth, new root system energy.

You’ve named it. This isn’t escapist hope. This is feral hope. Hope with dirt under its fingernails and a shovel in hand. Hope that composts disappointment and dares to bloom anyway.

I’ll be out back planting metaphorical fig trees and spiritual middle fingers to despair.

Linda Kelly's avatar

As I put the final touches on my sign for the No Kings protest today and experience all the “feels” that surround this, my heart is lifted by being reminded of “the outrageous promises of God” and that they are still with us - holding us. Thank you….

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