Behold the Sacred

What does the choice of hope look like with a world pressing in? Who do we lean on, where is a father upon whom we can depend? The church stands erect but not without internal bleeding. The only healing comes by way of kneeling. The balm for an internal wound is a God who can get beneath our skin. One whom we can hold and behold from our innard dwellings and selves. One who comes within. What does hope look like while we are interiorly suffering? Theological battles and interior apologetic defenses waging. What does hope look like when blow, after blow, after blow, we start taking? Can we look to the little ones? Upon which the fullness of faith may rest? Minor and insignificant, can their witness let hope attest? Sanctity is possible for the little souls letting their hearts come afire. What shall we do? Shall we think holineness impossible, or let others inspire?