One of my colleagues shared this story with me yesterday morning. As she retold the story of the basket weavers, I immediately thought of the Resurrection narrative the faith community I belong to has claimed from generation to generation and the lyrics of one of my favorite songs…

“Is that not God in every resurrection?” Brother Henry

May you weave dreams and glimpse life breaking forth from the ashes.

Another way is possible.

Prepare the way…

Merry Christmas friends.

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